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HYMNS 


SELECTED 


FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHORS 


A  KEY  OF  MUSICAL  EXPRESSION. 


SAMUEL    WORCESTER,  D.  D. 
Late  Pastor  of  the  Tabernacle  Church.  Salem,  Mass. 


NEW    EDITION. 

TWO     HUNDRED     AND     SEVENTY     HYMNS     AND 
OCCASIONAL     PIECES     ADDED, 


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SAMUEL  M.  WORCESTER,  A.  M. 

Pastor  of  the  Tabernacle  Church,  Salem,  Mass.,  and 
late  Professor  of  Rhetoric  in  Amherst  College. 


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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1834. 

By  Zervia  Worcester, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massachusetts. 


KEY  OF  EXPRESSION. 


a— Very  slow, 
e— Slow. 

a— Very  soft. 
*— Soft. 

p— Slow  and  soft. 
?— Slow  and  loud. 


o— Quick. 

u — Very  quick. 

o— Loud, 
ti— Very  loud. 

b— Quick  and  soft. 
»— Quick  and  loud. 
d~ Variously  distinctive. 


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MORS. 


HYMN  l.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  [*] 

Being  of  God.     Ps.  civ. 

e  1  HP  HERE  is  a  God — all  nature  speaks, 

J-    Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and 
o  See  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks,     [skies; 

When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 
— 2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 

Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name, 
o  3  The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise, 

Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art ; 
e  The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 

Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 
— 4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
e  Confess  the  footsteps  of  the  God ; — 
a  Bow  down  before  him — and  adore.        Steele. 

HYMN  2.  CM.  Tunbridge.  [b*] 

Goodness  of  God.     Nahum  i,  7. 

1  "X7~E  humble  souls,  approach  your  God, 

JL    With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care ; 
In  him  we  live  and  move ; 

o  But  nobler  benefits  declare 

The  wonders  of  his  love, 
e  3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
— 'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 

In  its  divinest  forms. 
e  4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come  ; 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies : 
o  A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 
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HYMN  3,  4.  Select. 


— 5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 
The  souls  who  trust  in  thee ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 
o  6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  Love 
What  honours  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above 

Can  render  equal  praise.  Steele. 

HYMN  3.  C.  M.  Mitcham.  Arundel  [*] 

God  the  Creator. 

1  "O  TERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise  ; 

-I-J   Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings, 
g  2  Thy  hand, — how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
— Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  die, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 
3  Thy  glories  blaze,  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terrour  and  delight, 
g  4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 
Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
e  Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 

And  speak  the  builder — God. 
— 5  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
e       Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine,  in  Jesus'  face, 

We  see,  adore,  and  love.  Watts. 

HYMN  4.  CM.  Bedford.  [*] 

Sovereignty  and  Dominion  of  God. 

a   1  T7~  EEP  silence — all  created  things, 

-i^  And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 

The  honours  of  her  God. 
e  2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave — to  be. 
3  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men  : 


Select.  HYMN  5. 


With  rv'n  angel's  form  and  size, 

Drawn  In  ilf  eternal  pen. 
— 4  His  providence  unfolds  the  hook, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke, 

Fulfils  some  deep  design* 

5  (Here  he  exalts  neglected  worms, 
To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 

And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 
Nor  God  the  reason  gives ; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves.) 
e  7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes ; 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 
— 8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb.  Watts. 

HYMN  5.  L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen's.  [*] 

God's  Name  proclaimed,     Ex.  xxxiv,  6 — 8. 

1     4  TTEND,  my  soul,  the  voice  divine, 
il  And  mark  what  beaming  glories  shine 
Around  thy  condescending  God  ! 
To  us — to  us,  he  still  proclaims 
e  His  awful,  his  endearing  names  ; 
o      Attend,  and  sound  them  all  abroad. 
d  2  '  Jehovah  I,  the  sovereign  Lord, 
1  The  mighty  God,  by  heaven  ador'd, 
'  Down  to  the  earth  my  footsteps  bend : 
e     My  heart  the  tenderest  pity  knows, 
c  Goodness,  full-streaming,  wide  overflows, 

'  And  grace  and  truth  shall  never  end. 
3  '  My  patience  long  can  crimes  endure, 
1  My  pard'ning  love  is  ever  sure, 
1  When  penitential  sorrow  mourns  ; 
«  To  millions,  through  unnumber'd  years, 
1  New  hope  and  new  delight  it  bears  ; 
4  Yet  wrath  against  the  sinner  burns.' 


8 HYMN  6,  7. Select. 

o  4  Make  haste,  my  soul,  the  vision  meet, 
e  All  prostrate  at  thy  Sovereign's  feet, 
—    And  drink  the  tuneful  accents  in  : 
o  Speak  on,  my  Lord,  repeat  the  voice, 
Diffuse  these  heart-expanding  joys, 
Till  heaven  repeat  the  rapt'rous  scene. 
Doddridge, 

HYMN  6.  C.  M.  Colchester.  [*] 

Adam :  or,  the  Fall  of  Man.     Gen.  iii. 

1   f|N  man,  in  his  own  image  made, 

V^  How  much  did  God  bestow ! 
The  whole  creation  homage  paid, 

And  own'd  him  Lord  below. 
o  2  He  dwelt  in  Eden's  garden,  stor'd 

With  sweets  for  ev'ry  sense  ; 
And  there,  with  his  descending  Lord, 

He  walk'd  in  confidence. 
e  3  But  oh !  by  sin  how  quickly  chang'd ! 

His  honour  forfeited ; 
His  heart,  from  God  and  truth  estrang'd, 

His  conscience,  fill'd  with  dread. 
— 4  Now  from  his  Maker's  voice  he  flies, 

Which  was  before  his  joy  : 
And  thinks  to  hide  amidst  the  trees, 

From  an  all-seeing  eye. 
5  Compell'd  to  answer  to  his  name, — 

With  stubbornness  and  pride, 
He  cast  on  God  himself  the  blame, 

Nor  once  for  mercy  cried. 
o  6  But  grace,  unask'd,  his  heart  subdu'd, 

And  all  his  guilt  forgave  : 
By  faith  the  promis'd  Seed  he  view'd, 

And  felt  the  power  to  save.  Newton. 

HYMN  7.  H.  M.  Allerton.  [*] 

Types  of  the  Messiah.     Heb.  iv,  2. 

1  XSRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 

JL  Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  leanrd  the  gospel  too  :  • 

The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 


Select. HYMN  8. 9 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, — 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes. 

And  once  applvM  >\  it li  power, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

8  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 

His  perfect  innocence, 
Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 
Should  be  the  soul's  defence  : 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 
4  The  scape-goat,  on  his  head, 

The  people's  trespass  bore ; 
And,  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more  : 
In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 
d  '  Behold,  I  bear  your  sins  away.' 
—    5  Dipp'd  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free  : 
The  type,  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinner's  plea — 
e  Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 

And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'd. 
o      6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  ev'ry  age ! 
— O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 

To  clearer  light  vouchsaf 'd  to  me  !      Cowper. 

HYMN  8.  7's.  Redeeming  Love.  [*] 

Birth  of  the  Saviour. 

1  XT' ARK!  the  herald  angels  sing, 
-TX  '  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 

1  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
4  God  and  sinners  reconcil'd  !' 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

4  Veil'd  in  flesh— the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th' incarnate  Deity ; 


10 HYMN  9,  10. Select. 

Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 

Jesus  our  Emmanuel  here. 
o  5  Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  i 

Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness ! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
e  6  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by ; 

Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 

Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 

Born,  to  give  them  second  birth.    RipporCs  Col. 

HYMN  9.  C.  M.  Bethlehem.  [*] 

Joy  of  Angels  at  the  Saviour's  birth. 

1  "VM/^HILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks 
▼  ▼     All  seated  on  the  ground,    [by  night, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
e  2  '  Fear  not,5  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind, 
o  '  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 

'  To  you  and  all  mankind, 
b  3  'To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 
'  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
*  The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 

'  And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : — 
4  '  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 
1  To  human  view  display'd, 
e  c  All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swaddling  bands, 

1  And  in  a  manger  laid.' 
— 5  Thus  spake  the  seraph ;  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song  : — 
s  6  'All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
'  And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
g  i  Good  will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men, 
'  Begin,  and  never  cease.'   Patrick  or  Tate. 

HYMN  10.  CM.  Devizes.  [*] 

Angel's  Song. 

o  1 '  C^HEPHERDS,  rejoice ;  lift  up  your  eyes, 
£5   '  And  send  your  fears  away  ; 
c  News  from  the  region  of  the  skies — 
u      '  Salvation's  born  to-day  ! 


Select. HYMN  11. 11 

e  2  'JESUS,  the  God,  whom  angels  fear, 

1  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
— '  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
e      'But  not  as  monarchs  do. 
3  '  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

1  Nor  royal,  shining  things  ; 
1 A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
a      *  And  holds  the  King  of  kings ! 
o  4  '  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  Infant  lies, 

1  And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 
p  ■  With  tears  of  joy,  in  all  your  eyes, 

1  Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son.' 
— 5  Thus  Gabriel  sang — and  straight  around, 

The  heavenly  armies  throng : 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 

And  thus  conclude  the  song  : — 
s  6  '  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

1  Let  peace  surround  the  earth ; 
1  Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 

4  At  their  Redeemer's  birth.'      Watts^s  Lyr. 


HYMN  11.  8,  6  &  5.  Christmas.  [*] 

Christmas  Morn. 


O    1 


LIFT  up  your  heads  in  joyful  hop< 
Salute  the  happy  morn : 
Each  heavenly  power, 
o  Proclaim  the  glad  hour  ; 

s  Lo,  Jesus  the  Saviour  is  born ! 
o  2  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

To  him  all  praise  is  due  ; 
o  The  promise  is  seal'd — 

The  Saviour's  reveal'd — 
And  proves  that  the  record  is  true, 
s  3  Let  joy  around  like  rivers  flow ; 
Flow  on,  and  still  increase  ; 
Spread  o'er  the  glad  earth, 
At  Emmanuel's  birth — 
For  heaven  and  earth  are  at  peace. 
e  4  Now  the  good  will  of  God  is  shown 

Towards  Adam's  helpless  race ; 
o  Messiah  is  come — 

To  ransom  his  own — 
To  save  them  by  infinite  grace. 


12 HYMN  12,  13. Select 

o  5  Then  let  us  join  the  heavens  above, 

Where  hymning  seraphs  sing  ; 
s  Join  all  the  glad  powers — 

For  their  Lord  is  ours — 
Our  Prophet,  our  Priest,  and  our  King.  Madams  coi 

HYMN  12.  C.  P.  M.  Pilgrim.  W~ 

Infancy  of  the  Saviour. 

p  1   f\   SIGHT  of  anguish!  view  it  near, — 
v>F  What  weeping  innocence  is  here — 
A  manger  for  his  bed ! 
— The  brutes  yield  refuge  to  his  wo — 
e  Men,  worse  than  brutes,  no  pity  show, 

Nor  give  him  friendly  aid ! 
o  2  Why  do  no  rapid  thunders  roll  ? 

Why  do  not  tempests  rock  the  pole  ? 
e       O  miracle  of  grace  ! 
o  Or  why  no  angels  on  the  wing, 

Warm  for  the  honour  of  thejr  King, 
e      To  punish  all  the  race  ! 
e  3  Tho'  now  an  INFANT  bath'd  in  tears, 
o  He  call'd  to  form  the  rolling  spheres  ; 
g      And  seraphs  own'd  his  nod  ! 
e  Helpless  he  calls,  but  men  delay : — 
e  Ungrateful  sinners  disobey 

The  first-born  Son  of  God  ! 
— 4  Say,  radiant  seraphs,  thron'd  in  light, 
o  Did  love  e'er  tower  so  high  a  flight  ? — 
e      Or  glory  sink  so  low  ? 
— This  wonder  angels  scarce  declare  ; 
Angels  the  rapture  scarce  can  bear, 
Or  equal  praise  bestow. 
e  5  Redemption!  'tis  a  boundless  theme; 
Thou  boundless  Mind,  our  hearts  inflame — 
With  ardour  from  above  : 
d  Words  are  but  faint,  let  joy  express — 
Vain  is  mere  joy — let  actions  bless — 
This  prodigy  of  love. 

HYMN  13.  C.  M.  Arundel  [*] 

Christ's  Ministry.     Luke  iv,  18,  19. 

d  1  XT  ARK, — the  glad  sound ! — the  Saviour 
XI  The  Saviour  promis'd  long !    [comes ! 

— Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne — 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 


Select HYMN  14. 13 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 

His  holy  breast  inspire, 
o  3  He  comes — the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
o  The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst — 

The  iron  fetters  yield  ! 
o  4  He  eomes — from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 
o  And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 

To  pour  celestial  day. 
e  5  He  comes — the  broken  heart  to  bind — 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
o  And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
e  6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  14.  L.  M.  Islington.  [*] 

Christ's  Example. 

1  A  ND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
-£\_  Such  let  our  conversation  be  ; 

The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, — 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife  ; 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild — how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life,  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love  ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 

By  his  example  let  us  move.  Steele. 

2 


14 HYMN  15,  16. Select. 

HYMN  15.  L.  M.  Weldon.  [*] 

Christ's  Transfiguration.     Matt,  xvii,  4. 

1  XMTHEN  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 

▼  ▼  The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 
What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest ! 

2  With  thee,  in  the  obscurest  cell, 

On  some  bleak  mountain  would  I  dwell ; 

Rather  than  pompous  courts  behold, 

And  share  their  grandeur  and  their  gold. 
d  3  Away,  ye  charms  of  mortal  joy ! 

Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ ! 
o  I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine  ; — 
e  I  feel  his  love,  and  call  him  mine. 
— 4  On  Tabor  thus  his  servants  view'd 

His  lustre,  when  transform'd  he  stood  ; 

And,  bidding  earthly  scenes  farewell, 

Cried,  '  Lord,  'tis  pleasant  here  to  dwell.' 
— 5  Yet  still  our  elevated  eyes 

To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise ; 
o  That  grand  assembly  would  we  join, 

Where  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine, 
d  6  That  mount — how  bright!  those  forms — how 
o  'Tis  good  to  dwell  for  ever  there  :  [fair ! 

— Come,  death,  dear  envoy  of  our  God, 

And  bear  me  to  that  blest  abode.   Doddridge. 

HYMN  16.  L.  M.  Dresden.  [*] 

Christ  weeping  over  Jerusalem.    Luke  xix,  41,  42. 

p  1  ~V17~HAT  venerable  sight  appears ! — 

▼  ▼    The  Son  of  God,dissolv'd  in  tears! — 
Trace,  O  my  soul,  with  sad  surprise, 

The  sorrows  of  a  Saviour's  eyes. 
e  2  For  whom,  bless'd  Jesus,  we  would  know: 

Doth  such  a  sacred  torrent  flow  ? — 

What  brother,  or  what  friend  of  thine, 

Is  grac'd  and  mourn'd  with  drops  divine  ? 
— 3  Nor  brother,  there,  nor  friend  I  see — 
d  But  sons  of  pride  and  cruelty  ; 

Who  like  rapacious  tigers  stood, 

Impatient,  panting  for  thy  blood. 
p  4  Dear  Lord,  and  did  thy  gushing  eyes 

Thus  stream  o'er  dying  enemies  ? 


Select. HYMN  17. 15 

And  can  thy  tenderness  forget 

The  sinner,  humbled  at  thy  feet? 
e  5  With  deep  remorse  our  how  els  move, — 

That  we  have  wrong'd  such  matchless  love; 
e  Thy  gentle  pity,  Lord,  display, 

And  smile  these  trembling  fears  away. 
— 6  Give  us  to  shine  before  thy  face, 

Eternal  trophies  of  thy  grace ; 
o  Where  songs  of  praise  thy  saints  employ, 

And  mingle  with  a  Saviour's  joy.   Doddridge 

HYMN  17.  7s.  St.  John's,  [b] 

Gethsemane  :  or,  Agony  in  the  Garden.     Matt,  xxvi,  36 — 45. 

1  It/1" ANY  woes  had  Christ  endur'd, 
_LtJ_  Many  sore  temptations  met, 

Patient  and  to  pains  inur'd  ! 
e  But  the  sorest  trial  yet 

Was  to  be  sustain'd  in  thee, — 
a  Gloomy— sad — Gethsemane  ! 
e  2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ! 
d  Vengeance,  with  his  iron  rod, 

Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruis'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
p  See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see — 

Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 
e  3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt ; 
— This,  through  grace,  can  be  believ'd ! 
e  But  the  torments  which  he  felt, 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceiv'd  : 

None  can  penetrate  through  thee — 
a  Doleful — dark — Gethsemane. 

4  All  my  sins  against  my  God — 
e  All  my  sins  against  his  laws — 

All  my  sins  against  his  blood — 

All  my  sins  against  his  cause  : — 
e  Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea ! 

Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 
— 5  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone  ; 

None  a  Saviour  more  can  need ; 

Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none; 

N  t  a  work  that  I  can  plead : 

i\ot  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 

Only  in  Gethsemane. 


16 HYMN  18,  19. Select. 

o  6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  almighty  God  of  love, 
Prais'd  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
In  thy  shining  courts  above — 
We,  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three, 
Praise  thee  for  Gethsemane.  Hart. 

HYMN  18.  C.  M.  China,  [b] 

The  Saviour's  Death. 

e  1  TT^  ROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 

-T    Which  heaven  and  earth  amaze ! 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground? 

Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ? 
—2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize ; 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black — 
a      Their  Maker,  JESUS — dies. 
p  3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree — 

His  all  atoning  blood ! 
d  Is  this  the  INFINITE  ?— 'tis  he- 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 
p  4  For  me— these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me — this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 

And  pointed  ev'ry  thorn. 
— 5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave ; 
d      Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 
e  Oh,  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 

Nor  bleed — nor  die  in  vain. 

HYMN  19.  L.  M.  Carthage.  Munich,  [b*] 

It  is  finished.     John  xix,  30. 

1  'FT! IS  finished  : — so  the  Saviour  cried  : 

J-   And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  died ! 
'Tis  finished  : — yes,  the  race  is  run, — 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'Tis  finished — all  that  Heaven  decreed, 
And  all  that  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  design'd, 
In  me,the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd  : — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  ; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain ; 
The  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 


Select. HYMN  20. 17 

4  'Tis  finish'd  : — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone  ; 

o  Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
— By  this  my  last, expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd  : — Heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  (lowers  of  darkness  spoil'd : 

o  Peaee,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

— 6  'Tis  finish'd  : — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 

s  'Tis  finish'd  : — let  the  echo  fly, 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth  and 
sky.  Dr.  Stennet. 

HYMN  20.  L.  M.  Dresden,  [b  *] 

Christ's  Dying,  Rising,  and  Reigning. 

p  1  TT  E  dies  ! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 

_1_J_  Lo!  Salem's  daughters  weep  around1 
a  A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ! 
d  A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

e  2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load ; 

p  He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
a  The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
o  But,  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
d  Jesus,  the  dead — revives  again ! 

o  4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ! 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ! 
g  Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

u  5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns ; 
o  Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
d  And.  led  the  tyrant,  death — in  chains. 

s  6  Say,  !  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
1  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !' 

d  Then  ask — '  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
'  And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  r 
2* 


18 HYMN  31,  22. Select. 

HYMN  21.  7s.  Redeeming  Love.  [*] 

Christ's  Resurrection.     Matt,  xxviii,  6. 

d  1  XT  ARK!  the  herald  angels  say, 

J-JL  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day! 
o  Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 

Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 
e  2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ! 

Th'  battle's  fought,  the  vict'ry  won ! 

Lo !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 

Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 
— 3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 

Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 

Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 

Christ  has  open'd  Paradise. 
o  4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king, 
d  'Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting?' 
e  Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 
d  '  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?' 
— 5  What  though  once  we  perish'd  all, 

Partners  of  our  parents'  fall ; — 
o  Second  life  we  shall  receive, 

And  in  Christ  for  ever  live.  Cudivorth. 


HYMN  22.  7s.  Epiphany.  [*] 

Christ's  Ascension. 

s   1  "OTAIL,  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
JlJL  Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes ; 
e  Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
o  Reascends  his  native  heaven  : 
— There  the  pompous  triumph  waits ; 
e  Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 

'  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 

'  Take  the  King  of  glory  in !' 
— 2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 

Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 

Though  returning  to  his  throne, 

Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 

Prevalent,  his  death  he  pleads  ; 

Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 

Harbinger  of  human  race 


Select.  HYMN  33. 19 

e  3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 

Taken  from  the  world  away, 

See  thy  faithful  .servants,  sec. 

Ever  gazing  up  to  thee. 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
— High  above  yon  azure  height, — 

Grant  our  souls  may  thither  rise — 

Foll'wing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 
o  4  Ever  upward  let  tis  move, 

Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 

Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come — 

Looking  for  a  happier  home. 
o  There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 

Partners  of  thy  endless  reign ; 

There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 

Find  a  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

HYMN  23.  L.  M.  Oporto.  [*] 

Christ's  Death,  Resurrection,  and  Ascension.     Acts  ii,  32 — 36. 

1  /^  OME,  tune,  ye  saints,  your  noblest  strains, 
V7   Your  dying,  rising  Lord  to  sing; 

And  echo,  to  the  heavenly  plains, 
The  triumphs  of  your  Saviour  King. 

2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  tell, 
How  he  subdu'd  your  potent  foes ; 
Subdu'd  the  powers  of  death  and  hell, 
And,  dying,  finish'd  all  your  woes. 

3  Then  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high, 
Retum'd ;  while  hymning  angels  round, 
Through  the  bright  arches  of  the  sky, 
The  God,  the  conquering  God,  resound. 

4  Almighty  love,  victorious  power ! 
Not  angel  tongues  can  e'er  display 
The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour — 
The  joys  of  that  illustrious  day. 

5  Then  well  may  mortals  try  in  vain, 
In  vain  their  feeble  voices  raise  ; 
Yet  Jesus  hears  the  humble  strain, 
And  kindly  owns  our  wish  to  praise. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wondrous  grace 
Fill  ev'ry  heart,  and  every  tongue ; 
Till  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 

Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song.  Steele 


20 HYMN  24,  25. Select. 

HYMN  24.  7s.  Redeeming  Love.  [*] 

Christ's  Resurrection  and  Ascension.     Matt,  xxviii,  2. 

d  1     A  NGELS,  roll  the  rock  away ! 

-£\.  Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey ! 
s  See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb — 

Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
u  2  Shout,  ye  seraphs ;  Gabriel,  raise 

Thine  eternal  trump  of  praise  ; 
— Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 

Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 
o  3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 

See  the  Conqueror  mount  the  skies ; 

Troops  of  angels  on  the  road, 

Hail  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 
g  4  Heaven  unfolds  her  portals  wide — 

Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride ; 

King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne  ; 

Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 
s  5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 

Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 

Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 

From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 
— 6  Let  Emmanuel  be  ador'd — 
d  Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord  ; 
o  To  creation's  utmost  bound, 

Let  th'  immortal  praise  resound.         Gibbons. 

HYMN  25.  8,  7,  &  4.  Tamworth.  [*] 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer.  ' 

1  1%/TlGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 
e       -HJL  May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name  ? 
— Lord  of  man,  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
o  Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah.     Amen. 
— 2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
o  Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 

Be  thy  just,  exalted  praise.  Hal. 

g  3  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature — 
Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought — 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought.  Hal. 


Select. HYMN  26. 21 

4  For  thy  providence  that  governs, 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain; 
e  Wings  an  angel — guides  a  sparrow — 
o      Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign.  Hal. 

e  5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along ! 
e  Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 
a      Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  ?  Hal. 

— 6  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
e       Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie  ? 
d  Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence  ! 
o      Sing  the  Lord,  who  came  to  die.  Hal. 

e  7  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
— Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 

Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise.        Hal. 
8  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 
a      To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo — 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! 
s      Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow,  Hal. 

o  9  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour ; 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne : 
g  Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever  ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 
Hallelujah,  &c.  Robinson. 

'         HYMN  26.  C.  M.  Marlborough.  [*] 

Coronation  of  Christ.     Cant,  iii,  11. 

1  4  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
-lJl.  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
Who  fix'd  this  floating  ball ; 

Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call ; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
o      And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
— 4  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 
Whom  David,  Lord,  did  call : 

The  God  incarnate  !  Man  Divine ! 
o      And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


22 HYMN  21. Select. 

— 5  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
o      And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
e  6  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
— Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
o      And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
7  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
g  To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him — Lord  of  all.  Duman. 

HYMN  27.  6  &  4.  Trinity.  [*] 

Jesus  is  King.    Rev.  xiv,  3. 

1  T   ET  us  awake  our  joys, 
JLi   Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice — 
Each  creature,  sing ; 

Angels — begin  the  song, 

Mortals  the  strains  prolong, 

In  accents  sweet  and  strong, — 
o      i  Jesus  is  king.' 
— 2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 

Tell  of  his  matchless  fame — 
What  wonders  done  ; 

Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound, 

Let  the  whole  earth  resound, 

Till  the  high  heavens  rebound — 
'  The  vict'ry's  won.' 
— 3  He  vanquish'd  sin  and  hell, 

And  the  last  foe  will  quell ; 
e      Mourners,  rejoice  ! 

His  dying  love  adore  : 
o  Praise  him,  now  rais'd  in  power, 

And  triumph  ever  more, 
With  a  glad  voice. 
o  4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 

When  through  the  heavenly  way, 
g      Lo,  he  shall  come  ! 
e  While  they  who  pierc'd  him  wail, 

His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 
o  Saints,  see  your  King  prevail ; 
d      Come,  dear  Lord,  come !  Kingsbury. 


Select. HYMN  28,  29. 23 

HYMN  28.  H.  M.  Triumph.  [*] 

The  Kingdom  of  Christ.     Phil,  iv,  4. 

s  1  "DEJOICE— the  Lord  is  King! 

J-V  Your  God  and  kin^  adore; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
2  Rejoice — the  Saviour  reigns ! 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  bad  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
— 3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  air,  earth,  and  heaven : 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
o  Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 

Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
— 5  He  all  his  foes  will  quell, 
Will  all  our  sins  destroy ; 
And  every  bosom  swell, 
With  pure  seraphic  joy ; 
o  Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 

Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
o  6  Rejoice,  in  glorious  hope ; 
Jesus  the  Judge  will  come — 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
g  We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice : 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound — rejoice  !  Rim** 

HYMN  29.  C.  M.  Sivamvick.  [*] 

Glories  of  God  in  Redemption.     Is.  xliv,  23. 

g  1  "LEATHER — how  wide  thy  glory  shines! 

-T     How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
o  Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousands  through  the  skies. 
d  2  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design, 

To  save  rebellious  worms ; 
p  Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join, 

In  their  divinest  forms ; — 


24  HYMN  30.  Select. 


g  3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

e       Nor  dares  a  creature  guess — 

e  Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone — 

d      The  justice  or  the  grace. 

b  4  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Emmanuel's  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 
o  5  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song ! 
s  Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue.    Watts's  Lyr, 

HYMN  30.  6  &  4.  C.  M.  Bermondsey.  [*] 

Worthy  the  Lamb.     Rev.  v,  12. 

o  1   |^1  LORY  to  God  on  high : 

vIH"  Let  heaven  and  earth  reply — 
o  Praise  ye  his  Name  ! 

— His  love  and  grace  adore, 
e  Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
— And  sing  for  evermore — 
o  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

— 2  All  they  around  the  throne 
o  Cheerfully  join  in  one, 
Praising  his  Name ; 

We,  who  have  felt  his  blood 

Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 

Sound  his  dear  name  abroad — 
o  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

— 3  Join,  all  ye  ransom'd  race, 

Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless ; 
o  Praise  ye  his  name  : 

o  In  him  we  will  rejoice, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
o  Shouting  with  heart  and  voice — 
u  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

e  4  What  though  we  change  our  place — 
— Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
o  To  him  our  songs  we  bring — 
s  Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 

And  without  ceasing  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb.  HilVs  Co 


Select. HYMN  31,  32. 25 

HYMN  31.  L.  M.  Munich.  Moreton.  [*] 

Christ's  Intt  r<> \3tum.      l!cl>.  \n,  96. 

1  XI E  lives — tie  great  Redeemer  lives; 
JLL  AYhat  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives! — 
— And  now  before  his  Father  God, 

Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 
e  2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears ; 
— But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
o  Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace ! 
— 3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts — 

Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
o  His  powerful  intercessions  rise  ; 

And  guilt  recedes,  and  terrour  dies. 
e  4  In  ev'ry  dark,  distressful  hour, 

When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
— Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 

That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  I 

On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
o  Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail.        Steele. 

HYMN  32.  8  &  7.  Calvary.  [*] 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  II  AIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 
H  Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring ; 

By  thy  death  thou  didst  release  us 
From  thy  tyrant's  deadly  sting. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 
All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid ; 

Great  High  Priest,  by  God  anointed, 
Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 

3  Contrite  sinners  are  forgiven, 
Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  : 

Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  for  man  with  God. 
g  4  Jesus,  hail !  enthron'd  in  glory ; 
There  for  ever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 
3 


HYMN  33.  Select. 


e  5  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading  ; 
There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  heaven  we  appear. 

o  6  Glory,  honour,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
o  Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give.         Rippon's  Col. 

HYMN  33.  7s.  Redeeming  Love,  [*] 

Redeeming  Love. 

o  1  "lVTOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 

J- 1    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 
— Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
o  As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

e  3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 

Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 
o  See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 

Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

e  4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 

Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin ! 
— Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove ; 

Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

o  5  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppress'd — 

Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
d  Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 

Nothing — but  redeeming  love. 

o  6  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  powers ; 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

o  7  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 

u  Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string ; 

— Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above — 

g  Join  to  praise  redeeming  love.     Madaris  Col. 


Select. HYMN  34,  35. 27 

HYMN  34.  C.  M.  Windsor.  Plymouth.  [*] 

'/'/<<•  Necessity  of  Renewing  Grace. 

e  1  XTOAV  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

J-JL  Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
e  The  heart,  unchan^'d,  can  never  rise 

To  happiness  and  God. 
p  2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray ; 
Reason,  debas'd  can  never  find 

The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 
e  3  Can  ought,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
o  'Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine, 

To  form  the  heart  anew. 
— 4  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recal, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 
And  make  the  scales  of  errour  fall, 

From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 
5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray — 

'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 
p  6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine ! 
o  Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 

Almighty  Lord,  be  thine  ! 

HYMN  35.  S.  M.  Watchman.  [*]  . 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit.     John  xiv,  26. 

1  sT*  OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Vv   Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds — 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 

And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


a$ HYMN  36,  37. Select. 

4      'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart — 

To  sanctify  the  soul — 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 
o  5      Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
o  Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee.  Hart. 

HYMN  36.  L.  M.  Carthage,  [b] 

Sorrow  for  Sin. 

p  1   (~\  H  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
yj   Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit ! 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 
e  2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art — 

Give  me  thy  meek,  thy  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
— 3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free : 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove — 

The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood — 

The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 
d  5  I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release : 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  w7ith  thy  perfect  peace. 
o  6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay ; 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear ; 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

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HYMN  37.  C.  M.  Canterbury.  Wantage,  [b] 

Repentance. 

1  TTOW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
JLM.  Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word ! 

2  Yet  Sovereign  mercy  calls—4  Return  :' 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come ! 


Select. HYMN  38,  39. 29 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn : 
Oh  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou — will  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  : 

And  shall  a  pardoifd  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ! 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious — how  divine  ! — 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love — so  free — so  sweet — 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 

Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more.  Steele. 

HYMN  38.  L.  M.  Armley.  [b] 

Sinner  submitting  to  God. 

1  "VM/TEAR  Y  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 

▼  ▼     Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease — 
God,  who  creates,  must  seal  my  peace  ; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless  thy  sovereign  grace  I  share. 

e  3  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal ; 

I  see  my  sin,  but  cannot  feel ; 

I  cannot,  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 

And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow. 
— 4  'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give  ; 

Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive ; 

Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 

To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal  is  thine. 
o  5  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure ; 

Make  my  infected  nature  pure  ; 

Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy,  impart, 

And  pour  thyself  into  my  heart. 

HYMN  39.  CM.  Reading.  [b*]~ 

Sinner  resolving  to  go  to  Christ.     Esth.  iv,  16. 

1  /^  OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
V^   A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : — 


SO HYMN  40. Select 

o  2  '  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

*  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
'I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

'  Whatever  may  oppose. 
e  3  *  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

'  And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
p  *  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

*  Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

o  4  'I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

'  Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
— '  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch — 

'  And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
5  '  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, — 

1  Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
e  '  But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

I  And  perish  only  there. 
— 6  c  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 

I I  am  resolv'd  to  try  ; 

*  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
4 1  must  for  ever  die.'  Jones. 

HYMN  40.  7  &  6.  Clark's,  [b*] 

The  Heart  healed  by  Mercy. 

1    CJIN  enslav'd  me  many  years, 

£3  And  led  me  bound  and  blind  ; 
Till  at  length  a  thousand  fears 

Came  swarming  o'er  my  mind. 
e  Where,  (I  said  in  deep  distress,) 

Will  these  sinful  pleasures  end  ? 
How  shall  I  secure  my  peace, 

And  make  the  Lord  my  friend  ? 
— 2  Friends  and  ministers  said  much, 

The  gospel  to  enforce  ; 
e  But  my  blindness  still  was  such, 

I  chose  a  legal  course  : 
Much  I  fasted,  watch'd,  and  strove, 

Scarce  would  shew  my  face  abroad  ; 
e  Fear'd,  almost,  to  speak  or  move — 

A  stranger  still  to  God. 
— 3  Thus  afraid  to  trust  his  grace, 

Long  time  did  I  rebel ; 
e  Till,  despairing  of  my  case, 

Down  at  his  feet  I  fell ; 


Select. HYMN  41,  42. 3] 

o  Then  my  stubborn  heart  he  broke, 
And  subdu'd  me  to  his  swayj 
By  a  simple  word  he  spoke — 
d      '  Tliy  sins  are  done  away.'  Cowper. 

HYMN  41.  L.  M.  Islington.  [*] 

The  happy  Chnn<j,. 

e   1  TN  sin,  by  blinded  passions  led, 

A  In  search  of  fancied  good  we  range  ; 

The  paths  of  disappointment  tread, 

To  nothing  fix'd — but  love  of  change. 
— 2  But  when  the  Holy  Ghost  imparts 

A  knowledge  of  the  Saviour's  love  ; 

Our  wand'ring,  weary,  restless  hearts 

Are  then  renew'd,  no  more  to  rove, 
o  3  Now  a  new  principle  takes  place, 

Which  guides  and  animates  the  will ; 
— This  love,  another  name  for  grace, 

Constrains  to  good,  and  bars  from  ill. 
o  4  By  love's  pure  light  wre  soon  perceive 

Our  noblest  bliss,  and  proper  end  ; 

And  gladly  ev'ry  idol  leave, 

To  love  and  serve  our  Lord  and  Friend. 

HYMN  42.  L.  M.  Portugal  [b*] 

The  Influences  ef  the  Spirit  experienced.     John  xiv,  16,  17. 

e   1    p^EAR  Lord — and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 
JLJ   In  such  a  w7retched  heart  as  mine  ? 
d  Unworthy  dwelling! — glorious  Guest! 

Favours  astonishing — divine  ! 
e  2  When  sin  prevails,  and  gloomy  fear, 

And  hope  almost  expires  in  night ; — 

Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  then  be  here, 
— Great  spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  light  ? 
©  3  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh ; 

'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 

Else  would  my  hopes  for  ever  die, 

And  ev'ry  cheering  ray  depart. 
— 4  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  powTers  rejoice  ? 


S2 HYMN  43,  44. Select. 

5  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  Divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

6  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
d  '  I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace,' 
6  Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 
— 7  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
o  And  light,  and  heavenly  peace  impart — 

Sweet  earnests  of  the  joys  above.  Steele 

HYMN  43.  8s.  Bethany.  [*] 

Power  of  Faith.     Rom.  i,  17. 

1   nnHE  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
J-    And  trusts  in  his  crucified  God, 
o  His  pardon  at  once  he  receives — 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 
o  2  Though  thousands  and  thousands  of  foes 

Against  him  in  malice  unite — 

Their  rage  he,  through  Christ,  can  oppose, 

Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 
— 3  The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 

And  brings  such  salvation  as  this, 

Is  more  than  mere  fancy,  or  name — 
d  The  work  of  God's  Spirit  it  is. 
o  4  It  treads  on  the  world,  and  on  hell, 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair, 
e  And  what  is  still  stranger  to  tell, 
d  It  overcomes  heaven  by  prayer. 
o  5  It  says  to  the  mountains,  '  Depart,' 

That  stand  betwixt  God  and  the  soul ; 
e  It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole— 
— 6  Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white  ; 
o  And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light.  Hart. 


HYMN  44.  S.  M.  Peckham.  [*] 

Preciousness  of  Faith.     Eph.  ii,  8.  2  Pet.  i;  1 

1    L^  A1TH — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 
-T    Where'er  it  is  bestow'd  ; 


Select. HYMN  45,  46. S3 

It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gif4  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  kin:;. 
An  all-atoning  Priest  ; 

It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 
When  Jill'd  with  deep  distress; 

Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
And  that  divinely  free  ; 

Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

To  work  this  faith  in  me.  Beddome. 

■  .I — — 

HYMN  45.  C.  M.  Arundel.  [*] 

Faith  encouraged  by  Ancient  Example.     Heb.  xi,  13. 

o  1  T>  ISE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 
XV  By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  liv'd  and  walk'd  with  God. 
— 2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 
And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 
o  3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious 
They  conquer'd  ev'ry  foe  ;  [blood, 

And  to  his  powrer  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 
— 4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 
The  patterns  thou  hast  given — 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 

That  led  them  safe  to  heaven.      Needham. 

HYMN  46.  L.  M.  Oporto.  [*] 

The  New  Convert. 

1  FT!  HE  new-born  child  of  gospel  grace, 

J-  Like  some  fair  tree  when  summer's  nigh, 
Beneath  EMMANUEL'S  shining  face, 
Lifts  up  his  blooming  branch  on  high. 

2  No  fears  he  feels — he  sees  no  foes — 
No  conflict  yet  his  faith  employs ; 


34 HYMN  47. Select. 

Nor  has  he  leam'd  to  whom  he  owes 
The  strength  and  peace  his  soul  enjoys. 

e  3  But  sin  soon  darts  its  cruel  sting ; 
And,  comforts  sinking  day  by  day, 
What  seem'd  his  own,  a  self-fed  spring, 
Proves  but  a  brook  that  glides  away. 

— 4  When  Gideon  arm'd  his  num'rous  host, 
The  Lord  soon  made  his  numbers  less ; 
And  said,  \  Lest  Israel  vainly  boast, 

d  "  My  arm  secured  me  this  success." 

e  5  Thus  will  he  bring  our  spirits  down, 
And  draw  our  ebbing  comforts  low  ;    ■ 

— That,  sav'd  by  grace,  but  not  our  own, 

We  may  not  claim  the  praise  we  owe.   Cotoper. 

HYMN  47.  C.  M.  Canterbury.  [*] 

Comforts,  True  and  False. 

1   /~\   GOD,  whose  favourable  eye 
V>7  The  sin-sick  soul  revives  ; 

Holy  and  heavenly  is  the  joy, 
Thy  shining  presence  gives. 

e  2  Not  such  as  hypocrites  suppose, 
Who,  with  a  graceless  heart, 
Taste  not  of  thee,  but  drink  a  dose, 
Prepar'd  by  Satan's  art. 

— 3  Intoxicating  joys  are  theirs, 

Who,  while  they  boast  their  light, 
And  seem  to  soar  above  the  stars, 
Are  plunging  into  night. 

e  4  Lull'd  in  a  soft  and  fatal  sleep, 

They  sin,  and  yet  rejoice ; 
e  Were  they  indeed  the  Saviour's  sheep, 

Would  they  not  hear  his  voice  ? 

— 5  Be  mine  the  comforts  that  reclaim 

The  soul  from  Satan's  power  ; 
e  That  make  me  blush  for  what  I  am, 

And  hate  my  sin  the  more. 

— 6  'Tis  joy  enough,  my  All  in  All, 
At  thy  dear  feet  to  lie  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  let  me  lower  fall, 


And  none  can  higher  fly.  Cowper 


Select. HYMN  48,  49. 35 

HYMN  48.  C.  M.  Mcar.  [*] 

Y.i  <//,   True  and  Falsi  . 

1  yEAL  is  th;it  pure  and  heavenly  flame, 
iLi  The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 

e  While  that  which  often  hears  the  name, 

Is  self  in  a  disguise. 
e  2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Can  pity  and  forbear; 
d  The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce  and  wild, 

And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 
— 3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 
He  knows  the  worth  of  peace  ; 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 

Its  party  to  increase. 
4  Zeal  has  attain'd  its  highest  aim, 

Its  end  is  satisfy'd, 
If  sinners  love  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Nor  seeks  it  ought  beside. 
d  5  But  self,  however  well  employ'd, 
Has  its  own  ends  in  view ; 
And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cry'd, 
'  Come,  see  what  I  can  do.' 
— 6  Self  may  its  poor  reward  obtain. 
And  be  applauded  here ; 
But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain, 

When  Jesus  shall  appear. 
7  Dear  Lord,  the  idol  self  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 

But  that  which  springs  from  love.    Newton 

HYMN  49.  C.  M.  Abridge,  [b] 

Not  go  away  from  Christ.    John  vi,  67 — 69. 

1  ~Vl/rHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
e         *J     (Alas  what  numbers  do!) 
— Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
d       '  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  P 
e  2  Ah,  Lord !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 
Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 


! 


HYMN  50,  51.  Select, 


— 3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
e  To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 
— 4  Beyond  a  doubt,  I  rest  assur'd, 

Thou  art  the  CHRIST  of  God  ; 
o  Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd, 

By  promise  and  by  blood. 
— 5  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
o  No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 

And  satisfy  my  heart. 
e  6  What  anguish  has  this  question  stirr'd, 
a      *  If  I  will  also  go  ?' 
— Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
d      I  humbly  answer — no!  Newton. 

HYMN  50.  L.  M.  Carthage,  [b  *] 

Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.     Mark  viii,  38. 

1  "TESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

«J    A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Scorn'd  be  the  thought,  by  rich  and  poor, 
Oh  may  I  scorn  it  more  and  more. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

p  4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — yes  I  may — 

When  I've  no  sins  to  wash  away ; 

No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 

No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
— 5  Till  then,  (nor  is  my  boasting  vain,) 

Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 

And,  oh  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  !         Grigg. 

HYMN  51.  C.  M.  Colchester.  [*] 

Inconstancy  in  Religion,     Hosea  vi,  4. 

ERPETU  AL  Source  of  light  and  grace, 
We  hail  thy  sacred  Name  : 


p 


Select. HYMN  53. 37 

Through  e\  V\  year's  revolving  round, 

Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 
2  On  us,  all  worthless  as  we  arc, 

It  wondrous  mercy  pours  ; 
o  Sure  as  the  heaven's  established  course, 

And  plenteous  as  the  showers. 
e  3  Inconstant  service  we  repay, 

And  treach'rous  vows  renew ; 
False  as  the  morning's  scatt'ring  cloud, 

And  transient  as  the  dew. 
p  4  In  flowing  tears  our  guilt  we  mourn, 

And  loud  implore  thy  grace, 
To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on, 

In  all  thy  righteous  ways. 
o  5  Arm'd  with  this  energy  divine, 

Our  souls  shall  steadfast  move  ; 
o  And  with  increasing  transports  press 

On  to  thy  courts  above. 
— 6  So  by  thy  power  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  radiant  way  ; 
o  Brightens  each  moment  in  his  race, 
o      And  shines  to  perfect  day.  Doddridge. 


s 


HYMN  52.  C.  M.  Canterbury,  [b] 

Oh  that  J  were  as  in  months  past.     Job  xxix,  2. 

WEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Apply'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 
o  2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 
— 3  (In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles ; 
The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm.) 
o  4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 
4 


38 HYMN  53. Select. 

e  5  But  now — when  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  : 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 

No  light  to  me  returns. 
6  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face ; 
I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes — 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 
— 7  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail — 

O  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 
o  I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; 
—    Let  me  that  mercy  share.  Newton. 

HYMN  53.  8s.  Bethany,  [b] 

Faith  fainting. 

e  1  T^NCOMPASST)  with  clouds  of  distress, 
J-J  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine : 
p  Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load ; 

All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 
— 2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrour  shall  cease ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply ; 

And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, — 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I : 
o  Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice ; 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold ; 
— Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, — 
e  My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 
— 3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep ; 
o  The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
— While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests,  with  a  roar, 
d  '  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  ; 

1  Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more.' 
e  4  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  has  design'd 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 

Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee  ? 


Select. HYMN  54. 39 

o  Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art  : 

Thy  grace  is  m\  shield  and  my  tower: 
o  Come,  succour  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power,   ffippon's  Col 

HYMN  54.  Is.  Fairfax,  [b] 

Self-I'.ia.ritnut/oii. 

1  'FTUS  a  point  I  long  to  know, — 

JL    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought:  — 
e  Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  It*  I  love,  why  am  1  thus? 
Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 

If  1  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
e  4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

£A\  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 

Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin — 

Can  1  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do ; 
d  You,  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me — is  it  so  with  you  ? 
o  6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  iny  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 

If  I  did  not  love  at  all ! 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd — 

Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 

If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 
— 8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 

If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  to-day.  Newton. 


40 HYMN  55,  56. Select. 

HYMN  55.  8s.  Consolation.  [*] 

The  Holy  Spirit  addressed  under  Darkness. 

1  -p|ESCEND,  Holy  Spirit,  the  Dove, 
U  And  visit  a  sorrowful  breast ; 

e  My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest ; 
—  Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 

A  sinner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load ; 

The  sense  of  redemption  to  give, 

And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  the  blood. 

2  With  me,  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove, 
And  kindly  withheld  me  from  sin  ; 
Resolv'd,  by  the  strength  of  thy  love, 
My  worthless  affections  to  win ; 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 
Invincible  mercy  exert, 
And  keep  my  weak  graces  alive, 
And  set  up  thy  rest  in  my  heart. 

3  If,  when  I  have  put  thee  to  grief, 
And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  goodness  has  been  my  relief, 
And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd ; 

0  Spirit  of  pity  and  grace, 
Relieve  me  again  and  restore ; 
My  spirit  in  holiness  raise, 
To  fall,  and  to  grieve  thee,  no  more. 

e  4  If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  pant  for  a  taste  of  his  love — 
e  If  Jesus,  who  pour'd  out  his  blood, 

Obtain'd  me  a  mansion  above  ; — 
o  Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 

Sweet  witness  of  mercy  divine  ! 
o  And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 

And  seal  me  eternally  thine.  Rippon* 

HYMN  56.  L.  M.  Sicilian,  [b*] 

Prayer  answered  by  Crosses. 

1  T  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
JL  In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 

Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  prayer ; 


Select. HYMN  57,  58. 41 

But  it  has  been  m  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 
S  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favourM  hour, 
At  once  be'd  answer  mj  request; 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

e  4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart; 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

a  5  Yea,  more — with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo: 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

e  6  Lord,  why  is  this  ?  I  trembling  cry'd, 
Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ? 

d  '  'lis  in  this  way  (the  Lord  reply'd,) 
*  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 
7  '  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
1  From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 
1  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
1  That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me.'  Newton. 

HYMN  57.  L.  M.  PleyePs.  [*] 

Inconstancy  lamented. 

1  TT^EAR  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be, 
-U  That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thee  ? 

When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 

And  I  enjoy  a  lasting  peace  ? 
e  2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  again, 

Sometimes  revive,  sometimes  am  slain ; 

Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart, 

Which,  oh !  too  often  wounds  my  heart. 
— 3  When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be, 

That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee — 
o  The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 

And  feast  on  thine  eternal  love  ?    Dorrington. 


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HYMN  58.  L.  M.  Bath,  [b  *] 

Conflict  between  Sin  and  Holiness.     Gal.  v,  17. 

HAT  jarring  natures  dwell  within- 
Imperfect  grace,  remaining  sin ! 
4* 


42 HYMN  59.  Select. 

Not  this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 

Though  each  by  turns  my  heart  assail. 
e  2  Now  1  complain,  and  groan,  and  die — 
o  Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high ; 
o  Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 
e  Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again, 
o  3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 

Borne  upwards  to  my  native  skies ; 

When  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight, 

To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light* 
e  4  Scarce  a  few  hours  or  minutes  roll, 

Ere  earth  reclaims  my  captive  soul ; 
— I  feel  its  sympathetic  force, 

And  headlong  urge  my  downward  course. 
e  5  How  short  the  joys  thy  visits  give ! 

How  long  thine  absence,  Lord,  I  grieve  I 

What  clouds  obscure  my  rising  sun, 

Or  interrupt  its  rays  at  noon ! 
— 6  Great  God,  assist  me  through  the  fight ; 

Make  me  to  triumph  in  thy  might : 

Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise; 

The  vict'ry  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

Cruttendon. 

HYMN  59.  C.  M.  Tunbridge.  [*] 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer. 

€   1     A  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 

X3l  What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
— To  heaven  then  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 
p  2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
e  My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain  ! 
e      How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 
— 3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
e       Though  trembling  and  afraid. 
— 4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail : 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
e       Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 


Select. HYMN  GO. 43 

— 5  When  Btrong  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  in}  feet  aside  : 
o  My  Ciod,  thy  powerful  aid  impart — 

M\  guardian  and  my  guide. 

— 6  Still  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
o      And  bid  the  tempter  (lee; 
— And  never  let  me  go  astray 

From  happiness  and  thee.  Steele. 

HYMN  60.  8,  7  &  4.  Hrlmsley.  [*] 

Hope  cncouraircd.     Ps.  xlii,  5. 

e  1   f\  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

V>J   Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
o  Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness ; 

Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone : 
Look  to  Jesus, 

And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

— 2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 
Vex  and  grieve  thee,  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay ; 

o  Thou  shalt  conquer — 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

— 3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within ; 
o  Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin : 
He  is  faithful 

To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

— 4  Though  distresses  now7  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread 'st  the  thorny  road ; 

o  His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

— 5  Oh,  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
o  Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 

And  unceasing  sing  his  love ! 
o  Happy  songsters ! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  r       Fawcett* 


44 HYMN  61,  62. Select. 

HYMN  61.  C.  M.  Bedford.  [*] 

Lively  Hope  and  gracious  Fear. 

e  1  X  WAS  a  grov'ling  creature  once, 

JL  And  basely  cleav'd  to  earth  ; 
I  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 

The  clod  that  gave  me  birth. 
— 2  But  God  has  breath'd  upon  a  worm, 

And  sent  me  from  above, 
Wings,  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form, — 

The  wings  of  joy  and  love. 
o  3  With  these,  to  Pisgah's  top  I  fly, 

And  there  delighted  stand ; 
To  view,  beneath  a  shining  sky, 

The  spacious,  promis'd  land. 
o  4  The  Lord  of  all  the  vast  domain 

Has  promis'd  it  to  me  ; — 
The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain, 

As  far  as  faith  can  see. 
— 5  How  glorious  is  my  privilege  ! 

To  thee  for  help  I  call ; 
e  I  stand  upon  a  mountain's  edge, 

O  save  me,  lest  I  fall ! 
— 6  Though  much  exalted  in  the  Lord, 

My  strength  is  not  my  own  ; 
e  Then  let  me  tremble  at  his  word, 
o      And  none  shall  cast  me  down.  Cowper. 

HYMN  62.  L.  P.  M.  Sheffield.  [*] 

Assurance.     Jer.  xxxi,  3. 

1  TESUS,  I  know,  hath  died  for  me, — 
•J    This  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ! 

Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee, 
And  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast : 

o  Away,  sad  doubts,  and  anxious  fear — 

e  Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

2  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 
e  Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends,  be 

Though  joys  be  wither'd  all,  and  dead,  [gone ; 
And  every  comfort  be  withdrawn  : 
g  Steadfast  on  this  my  soul  relies — 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 


Select. HYMN  63,  64. 46 

— .}   1  \\\\  on  (his  rock  will  I  remain, 

e  When  heart  shall  tail,  and  Qesfa  decay; — 

g  A  rock  which  shall  ni\  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away! 
s  Mercy's  lull  power  1  then  shall  prove, 

Lov'd  with  an  everlasting  love  !  LyndalL 

HYMN  63.  L.  M.  Psalm  91th.  [b] 

Christ,  Hi,  Believt  r*$  Ark.    1  Pet.  iii,  20,  21. 

1  FT! HE  delude,  at  the  Almighty's  call, 

JL    In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell! 
SwaHow'd  the  mountains  in  its  rage, 
And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  hell. 

2  In  vain  the  tallest  sons  of  pride 
Fled  from  the  close  pursuing  wave ; 
Nor  could  their  mightiest  towers  defend, 
Nor  swiftness  'scape,  nor  courage  save. 

e  3  How  dire  the  wreck !  how  loud  the  roar! 

How  shrill  the  universal  cry — 

Of  millions  in  the  last  despair — 

Re-echo'd  from  the  low'ring  sky. 
e  4  Yet  Noah,  humble,  happy  saint, 

Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 

Sat  in  his  ark,  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steer'd  him  through. 
o  5  So  may  I  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall ; 

Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fix'd, 

Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 
— 6  Enter  thine  ark,  while  patience  waits, 

Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat ; 
o  Then  the  wide  flood  that  buries  earth, 

Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 
s  7  Nor  wreck  nor  ruin  there  is  seen  ; 

There  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls  ; 

But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne, 

Seals  endless  life  to  all  their  souls.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  64.  8  &  7.  Emmaus.  [*] 

Christ,  a  Frie?id  closer  Own  a  Brother.     Prov.  xviii,  24. 

1    /^NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
^J  Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 


46 HYMN  65. Select. 

They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 

Find  it  everlasting  love. 
e  2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us 

Could,  or  would  have  shed  their  blood  ? 
o  But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us, 

Reconcil'd  in  him  to  God  : 
o      This  is  boundless  love  indeed ! 

Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 
e  3  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
— Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same  : 

Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 

And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 
e  4  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above : 
o      But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 

We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought.        Newton. 

HYMN  65.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's,  Mear.  [b] 

Manna,  or  Daily  Supply.     Exod.  xvi,  18. 

1  TUT  ANNA  to  Israel  well  supply'd 
dJJL  The  want  of  otb,er  bread ; 

While  God  is  able  to  provide, 
His  people  will  be  fed. 

2  Of  his  kind  care,  how  sweet  a  proof! 
It  suited  every  taste  : 

Who  gather'd  most  had  just  enough, 
Enough  who  gather'd  least. 
o  3  'Tis  still  our  gracious  Lord  provides, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares ; 
His  own  unerring  hand  provides, 
And  gives  us  each  our  shares. 
e  4  He  knows  how  much  the  weak  can  bear, 

And  helps  them  when  they  cry ; 
o  The  strongest  have  no  strength  to  spare, 

For  such  he'll  strongly  try. 
— 5  Daily  they  saw  the  manna  come, 
And  cover  all  the  ground ; 
But  what  they  try'd  to  keep  at  home, 
Corrupted  soon  was  found. 


Select. HYMN  66,  67. 47 

o  6  Vain  their  attempts  to  store  it  up; 

This  was  to  tempt  the  Lord  : 
o  Israel  must  live  bj  faith  and  hope, 

And  not  upon  a  hoard.  Newton. 

HYMN  66.  C.  M.  York.  [*] 

Joys  of  Saints.     Neh.  i.x,  10. 

1     "TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow, 

•J    In  nature's  barren  soil ; 
e  All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 

Is  vanity  and  toil. 
— 2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  made  his  glories  known  ; — 
o  There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 

Are  found — and  there  alone. 
e  3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 
—    A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, — 
o  A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
o       Gives  joys  like  those  above. 
— 4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine — 
o  Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 

Unspeakable,  divine ! 
— 5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind ; 
o  Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  behind.  Newton. 

HYMN  67.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  [*] 

Walking  with  God.     Gen.  v,  24. 

1   f~\  H  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, — 

V>r    A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
And  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 
e  2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul  refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 
— 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
e  But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 


48 HYMN  68,  69. Select. 

— 4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 
6  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whatever  that  idol  be— 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 
6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, — 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
o  And  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road,  * 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb.  Coivper. 

HYMN  68.  C.  M.  Abridge.  [*] 

Light  shining  out  of  Darkness. 

1  /^  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
vX  His  wonders  to  perform  ; 

He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  sovereign  will. 
o  3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

With  blessings  on  your  head. 
— 4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
e  Behind  a  frowning  providence 
o       He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
— 5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 
e  6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
o  God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain.  Cowper. 


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HYMN  69.  L.  M.  PleyeVs.  [b] 

Afflictions  sanctified  by  the  Word. 

how  I  love  thy  holy  word, — 
"hy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord ! 


Select. HYMN  70.  49 

It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  wa\  ; 

I  think  upon  it  all  the  (!a\ . 

£  What  arc  the  mines  of  shining  wealth? 

The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health  ? — 

What  are  all  joys,  compared  with  those, 

Thine  everlasting  word  bestows? 
e  3  Long  unafflicted,  undismayed, 

hi  pleasure's  path  secure  1  stray'd : 
— Thou  mad'sl  me  feel  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
o  And  straight  I  turn'd  unto  my  God. 
e  4  What  though  it  piere'd  my  Tainting  heart — 
o  I  bless  thine  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart; 
e  It  taught  my  tears  a  while  to  How, 
o  But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  wo. 
e  5  Oh !  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 

Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd  ; 

And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid, 

Had  my  unwary  feet  betray'd. 
o  6  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God, 

And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode  ; 

Where,  in  thy  presence,  fully  blest, 

Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  rest. Cowper. 

HYMN  70.  C.  M.  Barby.  [*] 

Submission. 

1    4p|   LORD,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 

v>^   And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 
e  2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand, 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 
— 3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 
What  most  1  prize,  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 
4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 
o  5  W7isdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way : 
e       Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
e  A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day  ? 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth  ! 

5 


V! 


60 HYMN  71,  72. Select. 

— 6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away.        Cowper. 

HYMN  71.  CM.  Bedford,  [*b] 

Resignation.     It  is  the  Lord.     1  Sam.  iii,  18. 

1  XT  is  the  Lord — enthron'd  in  light, 
JL  Whose  claims  are  all  divine ; 

Who  has  an  undisputed  right, 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord — who  governs  all — 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease ; 

And  of  his  bounties  may  recal 

Whatever  part  he  please. 
e  3  It  is  the  Lord — should  I  distrust, 

Or  contradict  his  will  ? — 
— Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just, 

And  must  be  righteous  still. 
4  It  is  the  Lord — who  can  sustain, 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load, 
o  From  whom  assistance  I  obtain, 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 
— 5  It  is  the  Lord — whose  matchless  skill 

Can  from  afflictions  raise — 
o  Matter,  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever  growing  praise. 
— 6  It  is  the  Lord — my  cov'nant  God, 
o      Thrice  blessed  be  his  Name  ! — 

Whose  gracious  promise,  seal'd  with  blood, 

Must  ever  be  the  same. 
o  7  His  cov'nant  will  my  soul  defend, 

Should  nature's  self  expire  ; 
g  And  the  great  Judge  of  all  descend 

In  awful,  flaming  fire.  Green. 

HYMN  72.  C.  M.  Tunbridge.  [*] 

Self-denial :  or,  Bearing  the  Cross.     Mark  viii,  38. 

e  1  "JT^IDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 
-L^  And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 


Select. HYMN  73. 51 

— I    Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 

And  make  me  trulj  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal,  gro\*  cold. 

o  3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 
And  treat  me  with  disdain  ; 
Still  may  1  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain, 
o  4  To  thee  1  cheerfully  submit, 
And  all  my  powers  resign ; 
Let  Wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 

And  I'll  no  more  repine.  Kirham. 

HYMN  73.  C.  M.  Reading.  [*] 

Contentment.    Phil,  iv,  11. 

1  TG1IERCE  passions  discompose  the  mind, 
-T     As  tempests  vex  the  sea; 

But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find, 
When,  Lord,  we  trust  in  thee. 

2  In  vain  by  reason,  and  by  rule, 
We  try  to  bend  the  will ; 

For  none,  but  in  the  Saviour's  school, 
Can  learn  the  heavenly  skill. 

3  Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat, 
His  gracious  words  to  hear ; 

Contented  with  my  present  state, 
I  cast  on  him  my  care. 

4  '  Art  thou  a  sinner,  soul  ?'  he  said, 
'  Then  how  canst  thou  complain  ? 

1  How  light  thy  troubles  here,  if  weigh'd 
1  With  everlasting  pain ! 

5  '  If  thou  of  murm'ring  w7ould'st  be  cur'd, 
1  Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine  ; 

*  Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endur'd — 
1  And  thou  wilt  not  repine. 

6  '  'Tis  I  appoint  thy  daily  lot, 

*  And  I  do  all  things  well ; 

1  Thou  soon  shalt  leave  this  wretched  spot, 
1  And  rise  with  me  to  dwell. 

7  '  In  life  my  grace  shall  strength  supply, 
1  Proportion'd  to  thy  day ; 

4  At  death  thou  still  shalt  find  me  nigh, 

*  To  wipe  thy  tears  awray.' 


62 HYMN  74,  75. Select. 

8  Thus  I,  who  once  my  wretched  days 

In  vain  repining  spent ; 
Taught  in  my  Saviour's  school  of  grace, 

Have  learn'd  to  be  content.  Cowper. 

HYMN  74.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.  [*] 

The  Lord  will  provide.  Gen.  xxii,  14. 

1  riiHE  saints  should  never  be  dismay'd, 

-i-    Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear ; 
For  when  they  least  expect  his  aid, 
The  Saviour  will  appear. 

2  This  Abrah'm  found :  he  rais'd  the  knife, 
d      God  saw,  and  said,  '  Forbear ; — 

'  Yon  ram  shall  yield  his  meaner  life  : 
'Behold  the  victim  there.' 
— 3  Once  David  seem'd  Saul's  certain  prey; 
d      But  hark !  the  foe's  at  hand  : 
— Saul  turns  his  arms  another  way, 
To  save  the  invaded  land. 
4  When  Jonah  sunk  beneath  the  wave, 
He  thought  to  rise  no  more  ; 
o  But  God  prepar'd  a  fish,  to  save, 

And  bear  him  to  the  shore. 
— 5  Blest  proofs  of  power  and  grace  divine, 
That  meet  us  in  his  word ! 
May  ev'ry  deep  felt  care  of  mine 

Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 
6  Wait  for  his  seasonable  aid, 
And  though  it  tarry,  wait : 
The  promise  may  be  long  delay'd  ; 
But  cannot  come  too  late.  Cowper. 

HYMN  75.  H.  M.  Allerton.  [*] 

The  Lord,  my  Banner.    Exod.  xvii,  15. 

e  1  T>  Y  whom  was  David  taught 

J3  To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 

When  he  Goliah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
— No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 

But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 
o      2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King, 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight ; 

Who  gave  him  strength  co  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright : 


Select. HYMN  76. 53 

— Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 

Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 
e      3  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  th1  invader's  camp, — 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 
A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known ; 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 
o       4  Oh !  I  have  seen  the  day, 
When,  with  a  single  word — 
God  helping  me  to  say, 
e       '  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord,' — 
o  My  soul  has  quelPd  a  thousand  foes, 

Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 
e       5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride — 
How  often  do  they  steal 
My  weapons  from  my  side  ! 
o  Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end.  Cowper. 

HYMN  76.  C.  M.  York.  [*] 

The  Lord  that  healeth.  Exod.  xv. 

1  XT  E AL  us,  EMMANUEL ;— here  we  are, 

XI  Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch : 
Deep  wounded  souls  to  thee  repair ; 
e       And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 
— 2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 

We  faintly  trust  thy  word  ; 
e  But  wilt  thou  pity  us  the  less  ? — 
d      Be  that  far  from  thee,  Lord ! 
— 3  Remember  him  who  once  applied, 

With  trembling,  for  relief; 
d  *  Lord,  I  believe,'  with  tears  he  cried  ; 

1  O  help  my  unbelief.' 
— 4  She,  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtues  stole, 
d  Was  answer'd,  '  Daughter,  go  in  peace  ; 

'  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole.' 
— 5  Conceal'd  amidst  the  gath'ring  throng, 

She  would  have  shunn'd  thy  view ; 
And  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 

Had  some  misgivings  too. 
5* 


1 


64 HYMN  77,  78. Select. 

6  Like  her  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 
To  touch  thee,  if  we  may  ; 
e  Oh  !  send  us  not  despairing  home — 

Send  none  unheal'd  away.  Cowper. 

HYMN  77.  L.  M.  Armley,  [*] 

The  Lord  send  Peace.    Judg.  vi,  24. 

e  1    TESUS,  whose  blood  so  freely  stream'd 

«J    To  satisfy  the  law's  demand — 
o  By  thee  from  guilt  and  wrath  redeem'd, 

Before  the  Father's  face  we  stand. 
— 2  To  reconcile  offending  man, 

Make  justice  drop  her  angry  rod  ! 
e  What  creature  would  have  form'd  the  plan  ? 

Or  who  fulfil  it,  but — a  God  ? 
— 3  No  drop  remains  of  all  the  curse, 

For  wretches  who  deserv'd  the  whole ; 

No  arrows,  dipt  in  wrath,  to  pierce 

The  guilty,  but  returning  soul. 
e  4  Peace,  by  such  means,  so  dearly  bought, 

What  rebel  could  have  hop'd  to  see  ? 
p  Peace — by  his  injur'd  Sovereign  wrought — 

His  Sovereign  fasten'd  to  the  tree ! 
—5  Now,  Lord,  thy  feeble  worm  prepare  ; 

For  strife  with  earth  and  hell  begins ; 

Confirm  and  gird  me  for  the  war ; 

They  hate  the  soul  who  hates  his  sins, 
e  6  Let  them  in  horrid  league  agree ! 

They  may  assault,  they  may  distress  ; 
o  But  cannot  quench  thy  love  to  me, 

Nor  rob  me  of  the  Lord,  my  peace.     Cowper. 

HYMN  78.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  Sunday.  [*] 

Thankfulness  for  Providential  Goodness. 

1  "Vl^HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
▼  T    My  rising  soul  surveys  ; 
o  Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
— 2  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redress'd, 
When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay ; 
Or  hung  upon  the  breast 


Select. HYMN  79. 55 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer* 
e  4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
o  Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 
5  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renew'd  my  face; 
e  And  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk, 
o      Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace* 
o  6  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
e  Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 
— 7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
o  And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 
o  8  Through  all  eternity — to  thee 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise ; 
e  For  oh,  eternity's  too  short, 

To  utter  all  thy  praise.  Addison. 

HYMN  79.  CM.  Sioanwick.  [*] 

Encouragement  to  trust  and  love  God.  Ps.  xxxiv. 

1  np  H  ROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

J-    In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 
o  2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distress'd, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 
o  3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Protection  he  affords  to  all, 

Who  make  his  Name  their  trust. 
— 4  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love, — 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  bless'd  are  they,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 


56 HYMN  80,  81. Select. 

e  5  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear : 
o  Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 

Your  wants  shall  he  his  care.  Tate. 

HYMN  80.  8  &  7.  Love  Divine.  [*] 

Grateful  Recollection.    1  Sam.  vii,  12. 

1   /^  OME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 

Vy   Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
o  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
o  Praise,  the  mount, — I'm  fix'd  upon  it — 
u      Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

— 2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  thine  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
e  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
o  He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

e  3  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 
— Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee : 
o  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
d  Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above.       Robinson, 

HYMN  81.  Ss.  Consolation.  [*] 

Excellencies  of  Christ. 

1  TQTOW  shah1  I  my  Saviour  set  forth? 
JLjL  How  shall  I  his  beauties  declare  ? 

Oh  how  shall  I  speak  of  his  worth, 
Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are  ? 

2  His  angels  can  never  express, 
Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  throne, 
How  rich  are  his  treasures  of  grace  : — 
No !  this  is  a  myst'ry  unknown. 


Select HYMN  8f .    67 

g  8  In  liim  all  the  fulness  of  God 

For  ever  transcendent  l\  shines ; 
e  Though  once  like  a  mortal  he  stood, 

To  finish  his  gracious  designs.: 
p  Though  once  he  was  nail'd  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  set  free; 
— His  glory  sustained  no  loss, 
g  Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 
— 3  His  wisdom,  his  love,  and  his  power, 

Seem'd  then  with  each  other  to  vie; 
e  When  sinners  lie  stoop'd  to  restore, 
p  Poor  sinners  condemned  to  die  ! 
d  He  laid  all  his  grandeur  aside, 

And  dwelt  in  a  cottage  of  clay  : 

Poor  sinners  he  lov'd,  till  he  dy'd, 

To  wash  their  pollution  away. 
— 4  O  sinner,  believe  and  adore 

The  Saviour  so  rich  to  redeem ; 

No  creature  can  ever  explore 

The  treasures  of  goodness  in  him : 
d  Come,  all  ye  who  see  yourselves  lost, 

And  feel  yourselves  burden'd  with  sin, 

Draw  near,  while  with  terrour  you're  toss'd ; 

Believe — and  your  peace  shall  begin. 
— 5  Now,  sinner,  attend  to  his  call, 
d  '  Whoso  hath  an  ear  let  him  hear !' 
— He  promises  mercy  to  all, 

Who  feel  their  sad  wants,  far  and  near ; 
o  He  riches  has  ever  in  store, 

And  treasures  that  never  can  waste  : 
o  Here's  pardon,  here's  grace,  yea,  and  more — 
u  Here's  glory  eternal  at  last.         Ripports  Col. 

HYMN  82.  L.M.  Jrmley.  [*] 

All  good  in  Christ. 

1  riiHOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

J-    My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend ; — 
e  And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go — 
A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 


58 HYMN  83.  Select 

— 3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives : 
o  Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

— 4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine  ; 
e  While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call : 
o  One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

— 5  Thy  Name,  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 
o  Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
d  Depart  from  thee, — 'tis  death — 'tis  more  ! 
'Tis  endless  ruin — deep  despair ! 

e  6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine ; 
— Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
o  For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine.  Steele. 


HYMN  83.  L.  M.  Leeds.  [*] 

Temptation  :  or,  Safety  in  the  Storm. 

d  1   rilHE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
JL    Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call ; 
e  My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

— 2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm ! 
Defend  me  from  each  threat'ning  ill ; 

d  Control  the  waves — say,  '  Peace — be  still !' 

— 3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 
My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

e  4  Dangers  of  ev'ry  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

— 5  Though  tempest-toss'd,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek ; 

o  Let  neither  winds,  nor  stormy  rain, 

Force  back  my  shatter'd  bark  again.   Cowper. 


Select. HYMN  84,  85. 59 

HYMN  84.  7s.  Hotham.  [*] 

Christ,  tkt  Rtfuft  from  th,    Stmin.      Drut.  xxxii,  27. 

1  rESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
J    Lei  mt'  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ! 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  tht1  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone — 

i     Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, — 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, — 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace.      Cowper. 

HYMN  85.  H.  M.  Allerton.  [*] 

Jesus,  the  Pilot.  Luke  viii,  22. 

1  "TESUS,  at  thy  command, 
«°    I  launch  into  the  deep ; 

And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep : 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine ! 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise  ; 
My  compass  is  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ! 

I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Through  all  my  passage  lie  : 


60 HYMN  86. Select. 

Yet  thou  wilt  safely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  thine  eye : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 
o      4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast. 
Oh  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more ! 
e       5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  and  winds  subside  ; 
Lord,  to  my  succour  fly, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side  : 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 
o      6  Come,  heavenly  Wind,  and  blow 
A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 
To  waft  me  from  below, 
To  heaven,  my  destiri'd  place : 
s  Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world,  and  sin,  behind. 

Huntingdon. 

HYMN  86.  L.  M.  Castle-Street.  [*] 

My  Redeemer  liveth.  Job  xix,  25. 

1  'T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives;' 

JL  What  comforts  this  sweet  sentence  gives! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever  living  head ! 

2  He  lives — triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives — eternally  to  save  ; 

He  lives — all  glorious  in  the  sky, — 
He  lives — exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives — to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives — to  plead  for  me  above ; 

He  lives — my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives — to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives — to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives — to  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 
He  lives — to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives— to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives — to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives — to  stoop  and  wipe  my  tears ; 


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Select HYMN  87,  88. 61 

He  lives — to  calm  m\   troubled  heart, 
He  lives — all  blessings  to  impart. 

6  He  lives— m\  kind,  wise,  heavenly  Friend, 
He  lives — and  lows  me  to  the  end; 

He  lives— and  while  he  lives  I'll  shi£, 
He  lives — my  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 

7  He  lives — and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives — and  I  shall  conquer  death  1 
He  lives — my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives — to  bring  me  safely  there. 
o  8  He  lives— all  glory  to  his  name ! 

He  lives — my  Jesus,  still  the  same: 
e  Oh  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, — 
o  '  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  !'       Medley. 

HYMN  87.  7s.  Fairfax.  [*] 

Life  and  Strength  in  Christ. 

ON  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant, 
Still  supply  my  every  want ; 
Tree  of  life,  thine  influence  shed  ; 
With  thy  sap  my  spirit  feed. 
e  2  Tenderest  branch,  alas !  I  lie 
Wither'd,  without  thee,  and  die  ; 
Weak  as  helpless  infancy ; 

0  confirm  my  soul  in  thee  ! 

3  Unsustain'd  by  thee,  I  fall  ; 
S<md  the  strength  for  which  I  call : 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  ev'ry  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend ; 
—Love  me,  save  me  to  the  end ! 

Give  me  the  continuing  grace, — 
o  Take  the  everlasting  praise.        Madanh  Col. 

HYMN  88.  L.  M.  Castle-Street.  [*] 

Jehovah-Jesus. 

1  1\/|~Y  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all ; 
_LtA  My  praise  shall  climb  to  his  abode. 

d  Thee,  SAVIOUR,  by  that  name  I  call, 
The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 

— 2  Without  beginning,  or  decline, 
Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 

g  Eternal  ages  saw  Him  shine — 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 
6 


62 HYMN  69. Select. 

€  3  As  much  when  in  the  manger  laid, 
o  Almighty  ruler  of  the  sky  ; 
— As  when  the  six  days'  work  he  made 
o  Fill'd  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy 
— 4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 

Salvation  is  his  dearest  claim ; 

That  gracious  sound  well  pleas'd  he  hears, 

And  owns  EMMANUEL  for  his  name. 
o  5  A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel, 

My  wTell  plac'd  hopes  with  joy  I  see ; 

My  bosom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal, 

To  worship  him  who  dy'd  for  me. 
e  6  As  man,  he  pities  my  complaint ; 
o  His  power  and  truth  are  all  divine ; 
— He  will  not  fail,  he  cannot  faint, — 
g  Salvation's  sure, — and  must  be  mine.  Cowper. 

HYMN  89.  L.  M.  Leeds.  [*] 

Assurance  in  Christ,  our  Righteousness.  Is.  xiv,  24.  Jer.  xxiii,  6. 

1    TESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
•J    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
o  'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 

With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 
e  2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 

To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
— E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea — 
d  'Jesus  hath  liv'd — and  dy'd  for  me.' 
— 3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 

For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 

Fully,  through  thee,  absolv'd  I  am 

From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 

Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
o  Saviour  of  sinners,  thee  proclaim — 
e  Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 
— 5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 

When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years ; 

No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue ; 

The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 
o  6  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ; 
o  Now  bid  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  ; 
— Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
g  'Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  Rigliteousness?      Wesley. 


Select. HYMN  90,  M. 63 

HYMN  90.  (  .  \l.  Arundel;  ft 

llohj  I'urtituil,   :  or,  tin    C/i risliiin  Soldn  r. 

1    AMI  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

A  A  follower  of  the  Lamb! 
e  And  shall  1  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  Speak  his  name? 
— 2  Must  1  be  carry'd  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ? 
e  Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

Ami  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 
— 3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
e  Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
o  4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 
e       Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 
o  I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
o  They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 
o  6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory,  through  the  skies — 
g      The  glory  shall  be  thine.  Watts. 

HYMN  91.  8,  7  &  4.  Tamworth.  [*] 

God,  the  Pilgrim's  Guide.  Ps.  xlviii,  14. 

1   f~^  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
VUT  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliv'rer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
6  3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 


64 HYMN  92,  93. Select. 

o  Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises — 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee.  Robinson. 

HYMN  92.  L.  P.  M.  Devotion.  [*] 

The  Christian's  Shepherd.  Ps.  xxiii. 

1   FXIHE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 

JL    And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

e  2  When  in  the  sultry  glehe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountains  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary  wandering  steps  he  leads, — 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscapes  flow. 

e  3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray ; 

— His  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile ; 

o  The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  lively  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

o  4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrours  overspread, 

o  My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 

e  For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dismal  shade.  Addison. 

HYMN  93.  L.  M.  Oporto.  [*] 

Ministry  of  .fag els.  Ps.  xci,  11. 

1   CJEE,  Gabriel  swift  descends  to  earth, 
*3  Glad  to  foretel  a  Saviour's  birth ; 

Hark ! — a  full  choir  of  angels  sing 

The  new-born  Saviour,  and  the  King. 
e  2  Behold  these  swift-wing'd  envoys  wait 

On  Jesus,  in  his  humble  state  ; 
p  The  desert  and  the  garden  prove 

Their  glowing  zeal,  their  tender  love, 
o  3  They  saw  the  Conqueror  mount  on  high, 

To  glorious  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 


cU HYMN  94,  95. 65 

Escorted  l>>  a  Bhining  band, 

To  take  his  place  at  God's  right  hand* 

— 4  Still  are  these  glorious  hosts  above 
Employ'd  in  messages  of  love  ; 
On  saints  below  they  cheerful  wait, 
Nor  think  the  work  beneath  their  state. 
5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  living  Friend, 
May  these    thy  servants    me  attend, 
Through  life ;  and  when  I  quit  this  clay, 

o  Safe  to  thine  arms  my  soul  convey.  Needham. 

HYMN  94.  C.  M.  Devizes.  [*] 

Servants  of  God  always  safe. 

1  XTOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord, 

J— B-  How  sure  is"  their  defence  ! 
o  Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 
— 2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 
e  3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 

High  on  the  broken  wave, — 
o  They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 

Nor  impotent  to  save. 

— 4  The  storm  is  laid — the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 

At  thy  command  is  still. 
o  5  In  'midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore ; 
o  We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
e       And  humbly  hope  for  more. 
— 6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
o      Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee.  Addison. 

HYMN  95.  L.  M.  PleyePs.  [*] 

Confidence  and  joy  in  God.    Hab.  iii,  17,  18. 

e  1    \  LTHOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
-£\-  Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
6* 


66^ HYMN  96,  97. Select. 

The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
The  field  delude  the  tiller's  toil ; — 
2  Although  the  stall  no  herd  afford, 

p  And  perish  all  the  bleating  race ; 

o  Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

s  The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

e  3  Though  comfortless  my  soul  remain, 
And  not  a  gleam  of  light  appear ; 

a  Though  joy  be  sought,  and  sought  in  vain, 
And  though  despair  itself  be  near  ; — 

p  4  Although  assurance  all  be  lost, 
And  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see ; 

o  Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 

g  And  glory  that  he  died  for  me.  Wesley* 

HYMN  96.  C.  M.  Zion.  [*] 

Christ,  the  Believer's  Song. 

e  1   nnHOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 

A    We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
— No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 

Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 
e  2  Oh  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak ; 
o  And  in  our  Priest  will  we  rejoice, 

Thou  great  Melchisedec. 
— 3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay ; 
o  We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay. 
— 4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  the  favour'd  throng, 
s  Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, — 

And  Christ  shall  be  our  song.       Madatfs  Col 

HYMN  97.  7s.  St.  John's.  [*] 

Adieu  to  the  rain  World. 

d  1  XyS7"ORLD,  adieu  !  thou  real  cheat ; 
▼  t     Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 

Fill'd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 

Foolish  hopes  and  false  alarms ; 
— Now  I  see  as  clear  as  day, 

How  thy  follies  pass  away. 


Select. HYMN  98. 67 

e  2  Vain,  thy  entertaining  sights; 

False,  tin  promises  renew  \i  ; 

All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 

Docs  hut  flatter  and  delude  : 

Thee  1  quit  for  heaven  above, 

Object  of  the  noblest  love. 
— S  Let  not,  Lord,  my  wand'ring  mind 

Follow  after  fleeting  toys; 

Since'  in  thee  alone  I  rind 

Solid  and  substantial  joys, — 
o  Joys  that,  never  overpast, 

Through  eternity  shall  last. 
e  4  Lord,  how  happy  is  a  heart, 

After  thee  while  it  aspires ! 
— True  and  faithful  as  thou  art, 

Thou  wilt  answer  its  desires  : 
g  It  shall  see  the  glorious  scene 

Of  thine  everlasting  reign. Madan's  Col, 

HYMN  98.  7  &  6.  Amsterdam.  [*} 

The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

o  1  T>  ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

-T^  Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heaven  thy  native  place : 
p  Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove : 
s  Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 
— 2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
e  So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, — 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
d  3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
o  Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
e  Yet  a  season,  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given ; 
o  All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven.    Madams  cu. 


6& HYMN  99,  100. Select 

HYMN  99.  10  &  11.  Walworth.  [*] 

View  of  Heaven.  Rev.  xxii7  1 — 5.  [rise, 

1  /HfcN  wings  of  faith  mount  up,  my  soul,  and 
V^J  View  thine  inheritance  beyond  the  skies ; 

Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
What  endless  pleasures  in  those  mansions  dwell : 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  all  bright  and  gloriousy 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  he  reigns  victorious. 

2  No  gnawing  grief,  no  sad,  heart-rending  pain. 
In  that  bless'd  country  can  admission  gain ; 
No  sorrow  there,  no  soul- tormenting  fear, 

For  God's  own  hand  shall  wipe  the  falling  tear : 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

3  Before  the  throne  a  crystal  river  glides, 
Immortal  verdure  decks  its  cheerful  sides ; 
There  the  fair  tree  of  life  majestic  rears 

Its  blooming  head,  and  sovereign  virtue  bears : 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

4  No  rising  sun  his  transient  beams  displays> 
No  sickly  moon  emits  her  feeble  rays  ; 

The  Godhead  there  celestial  glory  sheds ; 
Th'  exalted  Lamb  eternal  radiance  spreads ; 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

5  One  distant  glimpse  my  eager  passion  fires ! 
Jesus,  to  thee  my  longing  soul  aspires ! 
When  shall  I  at  my  heavenly  home  arrive — 
When  leave  this  earth,  and  when  begin  to  live  ? 

For  there  my  Saviour  is,  all  bright  and  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  he  reigns  victorious. 

Straphan. 

HYMN  100.  7s.  St.  John's.  [*] 

Privileges  of  Adoption.   1  John  iii,  1,  2. 

1  "O  LESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  : 

-83  They  are  bought  with  Christ's  own  blood, 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave ; 
Life,  eternal  they  shall  have  : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
They  the  seal  of  this  receive, 
When  on  Jesus  they  believe  : 


et. HYMN  101. 69 

With  them  numbered  maj  we  bo, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  are  justified  by  grace; 

TJiey  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 
Alt  their  sins  are  waslfd  away; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day: 
With  them  nmnber'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefil'd : 

With  them  numberd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

5  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
o  Children  of  an  heavenly  birth; 

One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun : 
g  With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity.  Humphreys. 

HYMN  101.  8s.  Consolation,  [*] 

Supreme  Love  to  Christ. 

1  1VTY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
-lTJL  His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim  ; 

And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

To  gaze  on  his  glory  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ — 

To  see  it  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 
e  2  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
— To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell ; 
o  To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing ; 
g  To  view,  with  eternal  delight, — 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King, 
e  3  In  Mesech  as  yet  I  reside — 

A  darksome  and  restless  abode ! 

Molested  with  foes  on  each  side, 

And  longing  to  dwell  with  my  God. 


70 HYMN  102. Select- 

e  Oh  when  shall  my  spirit  exchange 

This  cell  of  corruptible  clay, 

For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 

Through  realms  of  ineffable  day ! 

4  My  glorious  Redeemer,  I  long — 

To  see  thee  descend  on  the  cloud, 

Amidst  the  bright,  numberless  throng, 

And  mix  with  the  triumphant  crowd. 
e  Oh  when  wilt  thou  bid  me  ascend, 

To  join  in  thy  praises  above — 

To  gaze  on  thee — world  without  end, 

And  feast  on  thy  ravishing  love  ? 
— 5  Nor  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  nor  pain, 

Nor  sin,  nor  temptation,  nor  fear, 

Shall  ever  molest  me  again, — 
o  Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there. 
— This  soul  and  this  body  shall  shine, 

In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise  ; 

And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 

Where  God  his  full  beauty  displays, 
d  6  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey  ; 

Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 

And  pass  in  a  moment  away  : 
o  The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ; 
g  My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 

My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine.        Francis, 


o 


HYMN  102.  5  &  6.  Newcastle.  [*] 

Praise  for  Salvation. 

UR  Saviour  alone, 
The  Lord  let  us  bless, 
Who  reigns  on  his  throne, 
The  Prince  of  our  peace  ; 
Who  evermore  saves  us, 
By  shedding  his  blood : 
o  All  hail,  holy  Jesus, 

Our  Lord  and  our  God ! 
—    2  We  thankfully  sing 
Thy  glory  and  praise, 
e      Thou  merciful  Spring 
Of  pity  and  grace. 


Select. HYMN  103,  lot. 71 

—  Th\  kindness  for  ever 

To  men  we  will  tell ; 

O  Ami  s;i\ ,  our  dear  Saviour 

Redeem'd  as  from  bell. 

—  3  Preserve  us  fn  iQve, 

While  here  we  abide : 

O  never  rfemove 

Thy  presence,  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  salvation ; 
o  Till  each  of  us  see, 

With  joy,  the  bless'd  vision, 

Completed  in  thee ! 

HYMN  103.  S.  M.  Nativity.  [*] 

Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.  Rev.  xv,  3. 

1     4  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
A  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
o  Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
€  2      Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
o  Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 

— Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
e  For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

— 3       Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue ; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspires  our  song. 
o  4       Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing ; 
u  Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 

In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 
e  5       Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
d  'Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;' 

— Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 
o  6       Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
g  And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.  Hammond. 

HYMN  104.  7s.  Redeeming  Love.  [*] 

The  Christian's  Song. 

1   tf~^  RATEFUL  notes  and  numbers  bring, 
VJT  While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing; 


12 HYMN  105. Select. 

g  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Be  thy  glorious  Name  ador'd  ! 
— 2  Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 

Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love : 

Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
o  Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 
e  3  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear 
— Can  our  humble  praises  hear ; 
o  Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring. 

When  with  saints  we  stand  and  sing. 
— 4  Lead  us  to  that  blissful  state, 

Where  thou  reign'st  supremely  great : 
e  Look  with  pity  from  thy  throne ; 

Send  the  Holy  Spirit  down. 
— 5  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 

Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 

Till  we  come  to  reign  with  thee, 

And  thy  glorious  greatness  see. 
o  6  Then  with  angels  we'll  again 
u  Wake  a  louder,  louder  strain ; 
s  There  in  joyful"  songs  of  praise, 

We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise. 
— 7  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be, 

All  shall  join  sweet  harmony  ; 
g  That  through  heaven's  all  spacious  round, 

Praise  to  God  may  ever  sound. 

Lord  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 

HYMN  105.  L.  M.  Oporto.  [*] 

Dignity,  and  Happiness  of  the  Christian. 

1  TXONOUR  and  happiness  unite, 

AA  To  make  the  Christian's  name  a  praise: 
How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  days  ! 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears  ; 

No  change  his  priestly  office  knows ; 
Unfading  is  the  crown  he  wears ; 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

3  Adorn'd  with  glory  from  on  high, 
Salvation  shines  upon  his  face  ; 


ict HYMN  i06: 7S 

I  [is  rein-  is  of  tlf  ethereal  dye, 
Mis  steps  are  dignit}  and  grace. 

4  Infenour  honours  ho  disdains, 

Nor  stoops  to  take  applause  from  earth; 
The  King  of  kings  himself  maintains 
Tir  expenses  of  his  heavenly  birth. 

5  The  nohlost  creature  seen  below, 
Ordain'd  to  fill  a  throne  above ! 
Cod  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow — 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love  ! 

6  My  soul  is  ravish'd  at  the  thought — 
Methinks  from  earth  I  see  him  rise; 
Angels  congratulate  his  lot, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies !  Cowper. 

HYMN  106.  5  &  6.  Wesley.  [*] 

God's  Servants  should  praise  and  extol  him, 

1  "V^E  sen  ants  of  God, 
JL    Your  Master  proclaim, 

And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  Name ; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 
g       2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save ; 

And  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 
o       3  Salvation  to  God 

Who  sits  on  the  throne — 

Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honour  the  Son  : 
Our  Jesus's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim ; 
Fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 
e       4  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right  ,* 
7 


74 HYMN  107. Select. 

o      All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might : 
g  All  honour  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above ; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love.  Madanys  CoL 

'  HYMN  107.  6  &  4.  Trinity.?] 

Invocation  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 

1   |^  OME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
V^    Help  us  thy  name  to  sing; 
Help  us  to  praise  ! 
e  Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 
o  2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 
And  make  them  fall ! 
g  Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made : 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd, 
e       Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 
Our  prayer  attend ! 
o  Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  ; 
e  Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend ! 
— 4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 
In  this  glad  hour ! 
o  Thou,  who  almighty  art ; 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  power. 
g  5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore  !  Madan's  Col. 


Select. HYMN  108,  109. 75 

HYMN  106.  L.  M.  Babpkm.  [b] 

Tlir  >iinnr  weighed  and  found  wanting.  Dan.  iv,  27. 

1  "O  AISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye — 
XV  Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high! 

There  will  hi>  justice  be  display'd^ 

And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weighed. 

{  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law  \ 

Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw; 
c  Would'st  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ? — 
d  Thy  works  how  light!  thy  thoughts  how  vain! 
— 3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears, 

To  trace  those  dreadful  characters ; 
d  '  Tekel — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

*  And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground.' 
e  4  Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  unbrace ; 

Let  horrour  shake  thy  tott'ring  knees ; 
p  Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll, 

And  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 
— 5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 

Christ  has  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale ; 
o  Still  does  the  gospel  publish  peace, 

And  shew  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 
— 6  Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save  ; 

Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave ; 

The  ponderous  load  of  guilt  remove, 

That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love.    Doddridge. 

HYMN  109.  7s.  Fairfax,  [b] 

Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God. 

e  1   CJ  INNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
^  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 

Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
1  2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd ; 

Awful  terrours  clothe  his  brow ! 
e  For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd — 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 
g  3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee ; 

Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax : 
p  What  will  then  become  of  thee ! 


76 HYMN  110,  ill. Select. 

e  4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

— You,  who  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace, 
Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath  ; 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, — 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voice ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above  ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys.       Newton 

HYMN  110.  C.  M.  Bishopsgate.  [b] 

Sinners  entreated  to  forsake  their  ways.     Is.  lv,  7. 

1  RUNNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 
e       iCP  His  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
— He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live,  devoid  of  peace  ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
o  3  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travail  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo ! 
o  4  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace  : 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 
— 5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 
Renouncing  ev'ry  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 
o  6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  : 
o  He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 

Through  a  Redeemer's  blood.         Fawcett 

HYMN  111.  8,  7  &  4.  Littleton,  [b] 

Sinners  entreated  to  hear. 

1   CJINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
£5  Sent  in  mercy  from  above ! 


r 


Select. HYMN  112. 77 

c  Every  senfenci — Oh  how  tender! 

— Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

a  Listen  to  it — 

o  Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

— 2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 

News  from  Zion'fl  king  proclaims 
o  To  each  rebel  sinner — '  Pardon, — 

*  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name.' 
e  How  important ! 

d  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 
— 3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour, 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears : 
6  Tender  heralds — 

o  Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 
— 4  False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings, 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford  ; 
e  We  entreat  you, 

d  Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 
e  5  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  ? 

Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 
p  Can  you  slight  it — 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 
— 6  O  ye  angels, hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
o  Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, — 

Tidings  bear  without  delay  : 
s  Rebel  sinners 

Glad  the  message  will  obey. Allen. 

HYMN  112.  7s.  Fairfax,  [b*] 

Burdened  Sinners  invited  to  Christ.  Matt,  ix,  23 

1  /^OME,  ye  weary  souls  oppress'd, 
Vy   Find  in  Christ  the  promised  rest ; 

On  him  all  your  burdens  roll ; 

He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 

2  Ye  who  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
Come,  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood : 
To  the  Son  of  David  cry  ; 

In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 


ft* HYMN  113,  114.  Select. 

S  Naked,  guilty,  poor,  and  blind, 

All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find  ; 

This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 

Now  accept  the  profler'd  bliss.        Decourcy. 

HYMN  113.  8s  &  7s.  Calvary,  [b] 

Suppliant  Address  to  the  Saviour.  Mark  x,  43. 

1     FESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 

J    Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation  ; 
p       See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 
e  2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief — 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting — 
Send,  oh  send  me  quick  relief ! 
e  3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 
But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 
— 8  On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  sealed, 
Hangs  my  everlasting  all ; 
Let  thine  arm  be  now  revealed, 
Stay,  oh  stay  me,  lest  I  fall ! 
e  9  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 
Let  it  never,  Lord,  be  said, 
d  '  Here's  the  soul  that  perish'd,  suing 

1  For  the  boasted  Saviour's  aid  ! 
o  10  Sav'd — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
s  Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

All  enraptur'd  with  thy  love.  Turner. 

HYMN  114.  L.  M.  Geneva,  [b*] 

Vision  of  the  Dry  Bones.    Ezek.  xxxiv,  3. 

1  T    OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
-iL<l   See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 

And  scatters  slaughter'd  millions  round. 
e  2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live, 

And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  ? 
— That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known; 

That  wondrous  work  is  all  thy  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 

To  prophesy  upon  the  slain — 


Select. HYMN  115,  116. 79 

e  In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  thej  cry, 

— Till  thine  almight)  aid  is  nigh. 

o  4  But  ifthj  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice  ; 
They  move,  tlir\  waken,  thej  rejoice. 

o  5  So  when  tin  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens,  and  rend  the  ground, 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  115.  CM.  Mear.  [*] 

Converting  Grace.  Ps.  xlv,  3 — 5. 

1   TTAIL,  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine 

JL1  Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 

At  thy  commanding  word. 
e  2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give, — 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart ; 
o  Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 

And  joy  succeeds  to  smart, 
g  3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway ; 
Go  forth,  great  Prince,  triumphantly, 

And  make  thy  foes  obey. 
— 4  And  when  thy  vict'ries  are  complete, 

And  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  mercy  meet, 

To  sing  thy  conquering  grace — 
e  5  Oh  may  my  humble  soul  be  found, 

Among  that  favour'd  band  ; 
o  And  I  with  them  thy  praise  will  sound, 

Throughout  Emmanuel's  land.         Wallin. 

HYMN  116.  L.M.  Bath.  [*] 

Revival  of  Religion  hoped  for. 

e   1  "Y1/"HILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

▼  ▼     To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
— Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
g  *  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 
— 2  '  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 

1  Rely  upon  my  love  and  power  ; 

1  Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

1  And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 


80 HYMN  117,  118. Select. 

o  3  '  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp  ; 

1  I've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  prayer ; 
e  *  The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
o  '  But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair.' 
— 4  Lord,  I  obey — my  hopes  revive  ; 
o  Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing ; 
o  Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

HYMN  117.  C.  M.  Plymouth,  [b*] 

God's  regard  to  the  actively  Pious.  Mai.  iii,  16,  17. 

1  npHE  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 

J-    From  his  celestial  throne ; 
And  when  the  wicked  swarm  around, 
He  well  discerns  his  own. 
e  2  He  sees  the  tender  hearts,  that  mourn 
The  scandals  of  the  times  ; 
And  join  their  efforts  to  oppose 
The  wide  prevailing  crimes. 
— 3  Low  in  the  social  band  he  bows 
His  still  attentive  ear ; 
And,  while  his  angels  sing  around, 
Delights  their  voice  to  hear. 
o  4  The  chronicles  of  heaven  shall  keep 
Their  words  in  transcript  fair ; 
In  the  Redeemer's  book  of  life, 
Their  names  recorded  are. 
d  5  '  Yes,'  saith  the  Lord,  *  the  world  shall  know 
'  These  humble  souls  are  mine  : 
*  These,  when  my  jewels  I  produce, 

'  Shall  in  full  lustre  shine. 
6  '  When  deluges  of  fiery  wrath 

'  My  foes  away  shall  bear  ; 
'That  hand  which  strikes  the  wicked  through, 
'  Shall  all  my  children  spare.'      Doddridge* 

HYMN  118.  C.  M.  Windsor,  [b] 

Prayer  for  spiritual  Healing. 

1   rpiHOU  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 

J-    To  thee  I  bring  my  case  ; 
My  raging  malady  control, 
And  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 
2  Help  me  to  state  my  whole  complaint ; 
But  where  shall  I  begin  ? 


Select. HYMN  119. 81 

Nor  words,  nor  thoughts  can  fully  paint 
This  worst  distemper— sin. 

3  It  lies  not  in  a  Single  part, 

But  through  my  frame  is  spread ; 

A  burning  fever  in  my  heart, 
A  palsy  in  my  head. 

4  It  makes  me  deaf,  and  dumb,  and  blind, 
And  impotent,  and  lame ; 

It  overclouds,  and  fills  my  mind, 
\\  itli  folly,  fear,  and  shame. 

5  (A  thousand  evil  thoughts  intrude, 
Tumultuous  in  my  breast, 

Which  indispose  me  for  my  food, 
And  rob  me  of  my  rest.) 

6  Lord,  I  am  sick ;  regard  my  cry, 
And  set  my  spirit  free ; 

Say,  canst  thou  let  a  sinner  die, 
Who  longs  to  live  to  thee  ? 

HYMN  119.  L.  P.  M.  Sheffield,  [b*] 

Efficacy  of  God's  Word.  Jer.  xxiii,  29. 

e  1  TX/TTH  rev'rend  awe,  tremendous  Lord, 

▼  ▼     We  hear  the  thunders  of  thy  word ; 
o  The  pride  of  Lebanon  it  breaks  : 
o  Swift  the  celestial  fire  descends, 

The  flinty  rock  in  pieces  rends, 
g  And  earth  to  its  deep  centre  shakes. 
— 2  Array'd  in  majesty  divine, 

Here  sanctity  and  justice  shine, 
e  And  horrour  strikes  the  rebel  through  ; 
g  While  loud  this  awful  voice  makes  known 

The  wonders  which  thy  sword  hath  done, 
a  And  what  thy  vengeance  yet  will  do. 
o  3  So  spread  the  honours  of  thy  name  ; 
g  The  terrours  of  a  God  proclaim  ; 
— Thick  let  the  pointed  arrows  fly ; — 
e  Till  sinners,  humbled  in  the  dust, 

Shall  own  the  execution  just, 
— And  bless  the  hand  by  which  they  die. 
o  4  Then  clear  the  dark,  tempestuous  day, 

And  radiant  beams  of  love  display  ; 

Each  prostrate  soul  let  mercy  raise ; 
e  So  shall  the  bleeding  captive  feel, 


82 HYMN  120,  121. Select. 

Thy  word,  that  gave  the  wound,  can  heal, 
o  And  change  their  notes  to  songs  of  praise. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  120.  C.  M.  Abridge.  Barby.  [*] 

Light  and  Glory  of  the  Word. 

1  FT! HE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 

JL    And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
g      Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
— It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
d      It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

— 3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
o  His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, — 

They  rise,  but  never  set. 

o  4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 
For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine, 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

— 5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
g  Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 

In  brighter  worlds  above.  Cowper. 

HYMN  121.  7s.  St.  John's.  [*] 

Sabbath  Morning. 

1    CJAFELY  through  another  week 

^3  God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day : 
6  Day  of  all  the  week  the  best ; 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest : 

— 2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name ; 
s  Shew  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 


, 


Select. HYMN  12fr  123. 83 

— :\  Here  we  come  1 1 1  >  name  to  praise; 
I  .el  us  feel  thj  presence  near : 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 
Here  afibrd  US,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 
4  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, — 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, — 
Bring  relief  from  all  complaints: 
o  Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above.  Newton. 

HYMN  122.  H.  M.  Bethesda.  [*] 

Sabbath  Morning. 

1  "Vl^ELCOME,  delightful  morn, 
▼  ▼     Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return, 
e      Lord,  make  these  moments  blest. 
—From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
o  I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 
— 2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 
And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 
While  saints  address  thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quick'ning  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
o  3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours  : 
o  Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulg'd  in  vain.     Hay  ward. 

HYMN  123.  C.  M.  Sunday.  [*] 

The  Lord's  Day. 

1  npHE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 

J-    In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 
e  2  Lord,  may  we  still  remember  thee, 
And  more  in  knowledge  grow  ■ 


84 HYMN  124,  125. Select. 

— And  may  we  more  of  glory  see, 

While  waiting  here  below. 
o  3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  display'd, 
g  By  God,  th'  Eternal  Word,  than  when 

This  universe  was  made. 
o  4  He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought, 
e       With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 
g  5Twas  great — to  speak  the  world  from  nought — 

'Twas  greater — to  redeem.  Decourcy's  Col. 

HYMN  124.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  [*b] 

Devotion. 

e  1  XTSjTHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 

▼  ▼     Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 
— And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 
e  2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd,— 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
o  Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd ; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 
— 3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
e      Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
e  Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
—    Because  conferr'd  by  thee, 
o  4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
e       In  every  pain  I  bear, 
o  My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
e       Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 
o  5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
e  Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
— 6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see , 
o  My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee.  Williams 

HYMN  125.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.  [*b] 

Social  Worship, 

LORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
For  here  we  trust  thou  art! 


Select HYMN  126. 85 

Send  down  a  coal  of  heavenly  fire, 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Shew  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 

And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 
And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 

e  Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  peace, 
The  WOTinded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 
The  humble  mind  bestow ; 

e  And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 
— 5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, — 

In  faith  present  our  prayers ; 
e  And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 

Unbosom  all  our  cares. 
o  6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come,  and  fill  the  place.  Newton. 

HYMN  126.  7s.  Fairfax,  [b] 

A  Blessing  humbly  requested. 

ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now ; 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
e  Oh  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 

In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 
—Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace  ; 
o  Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

— 3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
a  Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 

Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go, 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

— 4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

8 


86 HYMN  127. Select. 

t  5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn ; 

Let  the  time  of  joy  return ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 

Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 
— 6  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 

Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  : 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 

Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee.  Rippon. 

HYMN  127.  8  &  7.  Love  Divine.  [*] 

Lore  Divine. 

1  T~    OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling ! 

-i-A  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling  : 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
e  Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion ! 

Pure,  unbounded  love,  thou  art ! 
o  Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 
a  2  Breathe,  O  breathe,  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast ! 
e  Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest. 
— Take  away  the  power  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
o  End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
— 3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ! 
Suddenly  return — and  never — 
e      Never  more  thy  temples  leave ! 
— Then  we  should  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above ; 
o  Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, — 

Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 
— 4  Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restor'd  by  thee  : 
g  Chang'd  from  glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
e  Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
a      Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise !  Madan's  Col 


Select  HYMN  128,  129,  130. 87 

HYMN  188.  CM.  Beading,  [b  *] 

s,,d  in  different  Grounds.   Matt.  \iii,  i*. 

1  "V7M\  sons  of  earth,  prepare  the  plough — 

JL    Break  bp  your  fellow  ground  : 
The  sower  is  gone  forth  to  sow, 
And  scatter  blessings  round. 

2  The  seed  that  finds  a  stony  soil, 
Shoots  forth  a  hasty  blade  ; 

But  ill  repays  the  sower's  toil, 

Soon  withcr'd,  scorch'd,  and  dead. 

3  The  thorny  ground  is  sure  to  balk 
All  hopes  of  harvest  there  ; 

We  find  a  tall  and  sickly  stalk, 
But  not  the  fruitful  ear. 

4  The  beaten  path  and  highway  side 
Receive  the  trust  in  vain ; 

The  watchful  birds  the  prey  divide, 

And  pick  up  all  the  grain, 
o  5  But  where  the  Lord  of  grace  and  power 

Has  bless'd  the  happy  field  ; 
How  plenteous  is  the  golden  store, 

The  deep  wrought  furrows  yield  ! 
e  6  Father  of  mercies,  we  have  need 

Of  thy  preparing  grace, 
— Let  the  same  hand  that  gives  the  seed, 

Provide  a  fruitful  place.  Cowper. 

HYMN  129.  L.  M.  Sicilian.  [*] 

Close  of  Worship. 

1  TT|ISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord; 
JL'  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  fetter'd  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace.  Hart. 

HYMN  130.  L.  M.  Portugal  [*]         P« 

Close  of  Worship. 

1   FT1HE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
JL    And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 
Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts. 


88 HYMN  131,  132. Select. 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 

Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 

On  ev'ry  soul  assembled  here.  Newton. 

HYMN  131.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  [*] 

Close  of  Worship. 

1  TVTOW  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
-Ll    Who  from  th'  imprisoned  grave 

Restor'd  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Omnipotent  to  save; — 

2  Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood, 
Which  he  on  Calv'ry  spilt, 

To  make  th'  eternal  cov'nant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built ; — 

3  Perfect  our  souls  in  ev'ry  grace, 
T'  accomplish  all  his  will ; 

And  all  that's  pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Inspire  us  to  fulfil ! 

4  For  the  great  Mediator's  sake 
We  every  blessing  pray  ; 

g  With  glory  let  his  name  be  crown'd, 

Through  heav'ns  eternal  day.  Gibbons, 

HYMN  132.  H.  M.  Allerton.  [*b] 

Jubilee. 

o  1  X> LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow; 


The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home  ! 

-  2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 

-  Redemption  by  his  blood 
Through  all  the  world  proclaim 

The  year,  &c. 
3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 
The  heritage  above, 

-  Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 

The  year,  &c. 


Select. HYMN  133. 8» 

—  i  \  e  slaves  of  mm  and  belli 
^  our  Libert}  receive  ; 

And  sate  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jons  live  : 
o         The  year,  ^:c. 

—  5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  new  s  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
^  e  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  youf  Saviour's  face  : 

o         The  year,  fee. 

—  G  Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
I  las  lull  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad  : 
s  The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home  !    Toplady 

HYMN  133.  C.  M.  Zion,  Hymn  2d.  [*b] 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  "FEATHER  of  all,  we  bow  to  thee, 
Jl     Who  dwell'st  in  heaven  ador'd  ; 

But  present  still  through  all  thy  works, 
The  universal  Lord. 

2  For  ever  hallowed  be  thy  name, 
By  all  below  the  skies ; 

And  may  thy  kingdom  still  advance, 
Till  grace  to  glory  rise. 

3  Thy  glorious  purpose,  Lord,  fulfil ; 
Let  all  thy  glory  see  ; 

And,  as  in  heaven  thy  will  is  done, 
On  earth  so  let  it  be. 

4  Our  wants  with  every  morning  grow, 
With  food  these  wants  supply ; 

And  on  our  souls  the  Bread  bestow 
To  eat — and  never  die  ! 

5  Our  sins  before  thee  we  confess  ; 
O  may  they  be  forgiven ! 

As  we  to  others  mercy  shew, 
We  mercy  beg  of  heaven. 

6  Still  let  thy  grace  our  life  direct ; 
From  evil  guard  our  way ; 

And  in  temptation's  fatal  path 
Permit  us  not  to  stray. 
8* 


90 HYMN  134,  135. Select. 

7  For  thine's  the  power,  the  kingdom  thine, 

All  glory's  due  to  thee  : 
Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 

And  thine  shall  ever  he.  

HYMN  134.  L.  M.  Armley.  [b*] 

Exhortation  to  Prayer. 

1  TXTHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 

▼  ▼     In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ! 
Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  dark'ned  cloud  withdraw  ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love ; 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 
e  4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side ; 
But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  WTere  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 

'  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me.'    covper. 


HYMN  135.  7s.  Fairfax.  [*] 

Power  of  Prayer.  Acts  xii,  5 — 12. 

1  "TN  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 
-I-  How  can  poor  believers  stand, 

When  temptations,  foes,  and  storms, 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand  ? 

2  Weak  indeed  they  feel  they  are, 
But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace  ; 
And  the  God,  who  answers  prayer, 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  his  face. 

3  Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 
Succour  they  at  length  obtain  ; 


Select. HYMN  136,  137. 91 

He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray, 

Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

4  Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 

Bring  relief  in  deepest  straits; 

Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 

Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates.  Newton. 

HYMN  136.  C.  M.  Bangor,  [b] 

Public  Fust.   Joel  i,  14. 

1    CJEE,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne 

^5  Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
5Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend, 
e  2  Tremendous  judgments,  from  thy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  powers  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray, 
p  3  How  chang'd,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 
For  errour,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name. 
— 4  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 
By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 
o  5  Then,  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

-  We  shall  not  sink  in  fear ; 
o  Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 

When  God,  our  God,  is  near.  Steele. 

HYMN  137.  C.  M.  Wantage,  [b] 

Public  Fast.  Gen.  xviii,  23—32. 

1  T\/"HEN  Abrah'm,  full  of  sacred  awe, 

▼  ▼     Before  Jehovah  stood  ; 
And  with  a  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  su'd  : — 

2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace — 
Was  his  petition  crown'd ! 

The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  that  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

3  And  could  a  single  holy  soul 
So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 

Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  pray, 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 


92 HYMN  138,  139. Select. 

o  4  Still  we  are  thine — we  bear  thy  name  ; 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode  ; 
o  Long  has  thy  presence  bless'd  our  land — 
e       Forsake  us  not,  O  God !  Scott. 

HYMN  138.  L.  M.  Worship,  [b] 

Public  Fast.  Ezek.  ix,  4 — 6. 

e   1    f\   RIGHTEOUS  God,  thou  judge  supreme, 
V>J   We  tremble  at  thy  dreadful  name ! 
And  all  our  crying  guilt  we  own, 
In  dust  and  tears  before  thy  throne. 

e  2  So  manifold  our  crimes  have  been, 
Such  crimson  tincture  dyes  our  sin, 
That,  could  we  all  its  horrours  know, 
Our  streaming  eyes  with  blood  might  flow 

o  3  Estrang'd  from  reverential  awe, 
We  trample  on  thy  sacred  law : 

p  And  though  such  wonders  grace  has  done, 
Anew  we  crucify  thy  Son. 

e  4  Justly  might  this  polluted  land 
Prove  all  the  vengeance  of  thy  hand  ; 

a  And,  bath'd  in  heaven,  thy  sword  might  come, 
To  drink  our  blood  and  seal  our  doom. 

e  5  Yet  hast  thou  not  a  remnant  here, 
Whose  souls  are  fill'd  with  pious  fear? 
Oh  bring  thy  wonted  mercy  nigh, 
While  prostrate  at  thy  feet  they  lie. 

p  6  Behold  their  tears,  attend  their  moan, 
Nor  turn  away  their  secret  groan  : 
With  these  we  join  our  humble  prayer ; 
Our  nation  shield,  our  country  spare.    Doddridge. 

HYMN  139.  L.  M.  Psalm  91th.  [b] 

Fast.     God's  Controversy.    Mic.  vi,  1 — 3. 

e  1  T~    I STEN,  ye  hills  ;  ye  mountains,  hear ; 
JLj  Jehovah  vindicates  his  laws  ; 

Trembling  in  silence  at  his  bar, 

Thou  earth,  attend  thy  Maker's  cause, 
d  2  Israel,  appear ;  present  thy  plea  ; 

And  charge  th'  Almighty  to  his  face  ; 

Say,  if  his  rules  oppressive  be  ; 

Say,  if  defective  be  his  grace. 


. 


Select. HYMN  140. 93 

e  $  Eternal  Judge,  the  action  cease; 

Our  lips  art1  seal'd  in  conscious  shame  J 
1)  "lis  ours  in  sackcloth  to  COofeSS, 
—  And  thine,  the  sentence  to  proclaim. 

4  Ten  thousand  witnesses  arise; 

Thy  mercies  and  our  crimes  appear 

More  than  the  stars  that  deck  the  skies, 

And  all  our  dreadful  guilt  declare. 
e  5  How  shall  we  come  before  thy  face, 

And  in  thine  awful  presence  bow  ? 

What  offerings  can  secure  thy  grace, 

Or  calm  the  terrours  of  thy  brow  ? 
e  6  Thousands  of  rams  in  vain  might  bleed  ; 

Rivers  of  oil  might  blaze  in  vain ; 

Or  the  first-born's  devoted  head 

With  horrid  gore  thine  altar  stain. 
— 7  But  thy  own  Lamb,  all-gracious  God, 

Whom  impious  sinners  dar'd  to  slay ! 
o  Has  sovereign  virtue  in  his  blood 

To  purge  the  nation's  guilt  away. 
— 8  With  humble  faith  to  that  we  fly  ; 

With  that  may  we  be  sprinkled  o'er  ; 

Trembling  no  more  in  dust  we  lie, 

And  dread  thy  hand  and  bar  no  more.    DoUriig: 

HYMN  140.  L.  M.  Weldon.  [*] 

Thanksgiving  :  Seasons  crowned  with  Goodness.  Ps.  Ixv^  11. 

1  L^  TERNAL  Source  of  every  joy ! 

-Ci  Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 

And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horrour  wear. 


94 HYMN  141,  142. Select. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 

Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more,  wppon'scoi 

HYMN  141.  L.  M.  Green's.  [*] 

Dedication  of  a  house  for  Worship.  Ps.  lxxxvii,  5. 

e  1     \  ND  will  the  great,  eternal  God 
-^A_  On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 

And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne, 

Avow  our  temple  for  his  own  ? 
o  2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise ; 

And  sing  that  condescending  grace, 

Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 

And  call  us  sinful  mortals  near. 
— 3  Our  Father's  watchful  care  we  bless, 

Which  guards  our  synagogues  in  peace  ! 

That  no  tumultuous  foes  invade, 

To  fill  our  worshippers  with  dread, 
e  4  These  walls  we  to  thy  honour  raise, 

Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise ; 

And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place, 

With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
— 5  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 

With  all  the  glories  of  his  train ; 
o  While  power  divine  his  Word  attends, 

To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends, 
g  6  And  in  the  great,  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 

May  it  before  the  world  appear, 

That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here !    Doddridge. 

HYMN  142.  H.  M.  Allerton.  [*] 

Dedication  of  a  House  for  Worship. 

1  ~[~N  sweet  exalted  strains, 

A  The  King  of  glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 


Select. HYMN  143. 95 

g  He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controls, 

Sustains,  or  sinks,  the  distant  poles. 

e       2  To  earth  he  bends  his  throne — 

His  throne  of  grace  divine; 
o       Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  shine : 
o  Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 

—  3  Great  King  of  glory,  come, 
And  with  thy  favour  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome — 
This  people  as  thy  own : 

Beneath  this  roof,  oh  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

4  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Thy  people's  humble  cries ; 

And  grateful  praise  ascend, 

All  fragrant,  to  the  skies : 
o  Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 

—  5  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 
And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above : 
o  And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy,  and  sweet  accord. 

—  6  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 
And  daughters  sound  thy  praise ; 
And  shine  like  polish'd  stones, 
Through  long  succeeding  days  : 

g  Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 

While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore.    Francis. 

HYMN  143.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  [*] 

Ordination  :  Joshua  the  high  Priest.  Zech.  iii,  6,  7. 

1  /^  REAT  Lord  of  angels,  we  adore 

V^*~  The  grace  that  builds  thy  courts  below ; 
And  through  ten  thousands  sons  of  light, 
Stoops  to  regard  what  mortals  do. 
e  2  Amidst  the  wastes  of  time  and  death, 
— Successive  pastors  thou  dost  raise, 
Thy  charge  to  keep,  thy  house  to  guide, 
And  form  a  people  for  thy  praise. 


96_ HYMN  144. Select. 

o  3  The  heavenly  natives  with  delight 

Hover  around  the  sacred  place  ; 

Nor  scorn  to  learn  from  mortal  tongues 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
— 4  At  length,  dismissed  from  feeble  clay, 

Thy  servants  join  th'  angelic  band ; 
o  With  them,  through  distant  worlds  they  fly ; 
e  With  them,  before  thy  presence  stand, 
o  5  Oh,  glorious  hope  !  oh,  blest  employ  ! 
e  Sweet  lenitive  of  grief  and  care  ! 

When  shall  we  reach  those  radiant  courts, 

And  all  their  joy  and  honour  share  ? 
— 6  Yet  while  these  labours  we  pursue, 

Thus  distant  from  thy  heavenly  throne, 

Give  us  a  zeal  and  love  like  theirs, 
g  And  half  their  heaven  shall  here  be  known. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  144.  H.  M.  Whitchurch,  [*] 

Ordination.    Ministers  a  siceet  savour  to  God.    2  Cor.  ii,  15,  16 

1  T> RAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 
JET   Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide ! 
e      While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breath'd  on  every  side  : 
— Balmy  and  rich  the  odours  rise, 
o  And  fill  the  earth,  and  reach  the  skies. 

—  2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 
Its  influence  feel — and  live  ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
o  They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing — 
e  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King, 
e      3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace, 

That  brings  salvation  nigh : 

They  turn  away  their  face, 
a      And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die. 
p  So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints,  deplore, 
a  For  oh !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

—  4  Yet,  wise  and  mighty  God, 
Shall  all  thy  servants  be, 

In  those  who  live  or  die, 

A  savour  sweet  to  thee  ; 
o  Supremely  bright  thy  grace  shall  shine, 
e  Guarded  with  flames  of  wrath  divine.     Doddridge 


Select. HYMN  145,  146. 97 

HYMN  145.  L.  M.  Leeds.  Oporto,  [*] 

Gospd  ministry  instituted  %  Christ.  Bpb.  i\.  11,  12. 

1  Ejl  ATI  I ER  of  mercies,  in  thy  house, 

-T  Smile  on  our  homage  and  our  vows  ; 
While,  with  a  great ful  heart,  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 

And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honour'd  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 

4  In  lower  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence  and  teachers  rise  ; 
Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  shine, 
Still  gild  a  long — extended  line. 

5  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And  fed  by  Christ  their  graces  live : 

o  While,  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
'Midst  all  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

o  6  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run, 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 

— 7  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow  : 

o  Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 

g  Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  146.  C.  M.  Sunday.  [*] 

Gospel  Treasure  in  earthen  vessels. 

1  XT OW  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings ! 
J-Jl  Thy  favours,  how  divine  ! 

The  blessings  which  thy  gospel  brings, 
How  splendidly  they  shine  ! 

2  Gold  is  but  dross,  and  gems  but  toys  : 
Should  gold  and  gems  compare, 

How  mean !  when  set  against  those  joys, 
Thy  poorest  servants  share  ? 
9 


98 HYMN  147,  148. Select. 

e  3  Yet  all  these  treasures  of  thy  grace 

Are  lodg'd  in  urns  of  clay  ; 
— And  the  weak  sons  of  mortal  race 

Th'  immortal  gifts  convey. 
e  4  Feebly  they  lisp  thy  glories  forth, 
o      Yet  grace  the  vict'ry  gives ; 
e  Quickly  they  moulder  back  to  earth — 
o      Yet  still  the  gospel  lives. 
— 5  Such  wonders  power  divine  effects, 
o       Such  trophies  God  can  raise  ; 
— His  hand,  from  crumbling  dust,  erects 
o      His  monuments  of  praise.       Salisbury  Col. 

HYMN  147.  L.  M.  Carthage.  [*~b]~ 

Prayer  for  a  sick  Minister. 

1  £~\  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
^J  We  bow  our  suppliant  spirit  down  : 

View  the  sad  breast,  the  streaming  eye, 
And  let  our  sorrows  pierce  the  sky. 

2  Thou  know'st  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  would  tell ; 
Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief, 

And  yield  our  wo-fraught  heart  relief. 

3  With  power  benign,  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer  ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 

Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save ;    . 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

5  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tenderest  ties, 
In  ever}"  breast  his  image  lies ; 

Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  can  nought  prevail ; 

Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 

And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day.    Evan's  Col 

HYMN  148.  C.  M.  Canterbury,  [b*] 

Death  of  a  Minister. 

1  UIS  master  taken  from  his  head, 
Elisha  saw  him  go  ; 


Sri  ret HYMN  149. 99 

And  in  desponding  accents  said, 
e      l  Ah  !  w  hat  must  Israel  do? 

— 2   But  he  forgot  the  Lord,  w  ho  lifts 

The  beggar  to  the  throne, 
Nor  knew,  that  all  Elijah's  gifts 

Would  soon  be  made  his  own. 
d  3  What — when  a  Paul  has  run  his  course, 

Or  when  A  polios  dies — 
Is  Israel  left  without  resource  ? 

And  have  we  no  supplies? 
o  4  Yes,  while  the  dear  Redeemer  lives, 

We  have  a  boundless  store  ; 
— And  shall  be  fed  with  what  he  gives, 
g      Who  lives  for  evermore.  Coivper. 

HYMN  149.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  [b*] 

Death  of  a  Minister. 

1  TVTOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

-1 1    And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drown'd  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 
e  2  What  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 

Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 
p  What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 

Be  number'd  w  ith  the  dead  ? — 
— 3  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 
The  aged,  and  the  young — 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  clos'd, 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue  ; — 
o  4  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 
New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 
d  5  '  Lo  I  am  with  you,'  saith  the  Lord, 
1  My  church  shall  safe  abide  ; 
'  For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
'  Whose  souls  in  me  confide.' 
o  6  '  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
e      When  we  are  cold  in  dust.         Doddridge. 


100 HYMN  150,  151. Select 

HYMN  150.  C.  M.  Colchester.  [*] 

Christ,  the  Refuge  of  the  Church. 

1  TTEj.who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 
e       XI  And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
g  Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne — 

The  God  of  glory  reigns  ! 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide, 
With  an  unerring  skill ; 

And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  his  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumber'd  sound  his  praise, 
In  yonder  world  above  ; 

o  His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 

And  glory  in  his  love. 
*to«i  His  righteousness,  to  faith  reveal'd, 

Wrought  out  for  guilty  worms, 
o  Affords  a  hiding  place,  and  shield, 

From  enemies  and  storms. 
— 5  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head  ; 
o  To  this  high  rock  his  people  run, 

And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 
e  6  How  glorious  he  ! — how  happy  they — 

In  such  a  glorious  friend  ! 
o  Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
o      And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

HYMN  151.  L.  M.  Moreton.  [*b] 

Covenant  engagements  joyfully  recognised.  2  Chron.  xv,  15. 

o  1   f\  HAPPY  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice, 
vJ^  On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ! 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
6  2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him,  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
o  Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 
d  3  'Tis  done  : — the  great  transaction's  done ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine : 

He  drew  me — and  I  follow'd  on — 

Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 
— 4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 

With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 

When  call'd  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  ? 


Select. HYMN  153,  153. 101 

5  High  heaven,  thai  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
Thai  VOW  renew'd  shall  daily  hear: 

e  Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  how. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear.   Doddridge. 

~  HYMN  152.  C.  F.  M.  .Bradbury.  [*] 

Con  mint   />.  i  Ui<li;i^. 

o  1  TVTOW  for  a  hymn  of  praise  to  God  ! 
-L^l    Ye  trophies  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Join  the  sweet  choir  above; 
All  your  harmonious  accents  bring, 
Wake  every  high,  celestial  string, 
To  chant  redeeming  love. 
— 2  Ere  God  pionounc'd  creation  good, 
Or  bade  the  vast,  unbounded  flood 

Through  fixed  channels  run ; 
Ere  light  from  ancient  chaos  sprung, 
Or  angels  earth's  formation  sung, 
He  chose  us  in  his  Son. 
g  3  Then  was  the  cov'nant  order'd  sure, 
Through  endless  ages  to  endure, 
By  Israel's  triune  God : 
— That  none  his  cov'nant  might  evade, 
With  oaths  and  promises  'twas  made, 
e       And  ratify'd  in  blood. 
o  4  God  is  the  refuge  of  my  soul, 

Though  tempests  rage,  though  billows  roll, 
And  hellish  powers  assail : 
g  Eternal  walls  are  my  defence, 
Environ'd  with  Omnipotence — 
What  foe  can  e'er  prevail  ? 
— 5  Then  let  infernal  legions  roar, 

And  waste  their  cursed,  vengeful  power ! 
d      My  soul  their  wrath  disdains  : 
g  In  God,  my  refuge,  I'm  secure, 
While  cov'nant  promises  endure, 
Or  my  Redeemer  reigns. 

HYMN  153.  lis.  Idumea.  [*] 

Church  in  affliction.  Isa.  xlix,  14 — 17. 

e  1   (~\  ZION,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
v^J   Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no 
man  can  save ; 
With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terrours  dismay'd, 
In  toiling  and  rowing,  thy  strength  is  decay'd. 
9* 


102 HYMN  154,  155. Select. 

o  2  Loud  roaring,the  billows  now  nigh  overwhelm, 
— But  skilful's  the  Pilot  who  sits  at  the  helm ; 
o  His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  thee  de- 

In  safety  and  quiet  thy  warfare  he  ends,  [fends  ; 
d  3  'O  fearful  !  O  faithless  !'  in  mercy  he  cries ; 

'My  promise, my  truth,are  they  light  in  thine  eyes? 

1  Still, still  I  am  with  thee, my  promise  shall  stand, 

'  Thro'  tempest  and  tossing  I'll  bring  thee  to  land. 

4  '  Forget  thee  I  will  not — I  cannot ;  thy  name 
1  Engrav'd  on  my  heart  doth  for  ever  remain ; 

1  The  palms  of  my  hands  while  I  look  on,  1  set 
'  The  wounds  I  received  when  suff 'ring  for  thee. 

5  '  I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  thy  groans, 
'For  thou  art  most  near  me,  my  flesh  and  my  bones; 
1  In  all  thy  distresses  thy  Head  feels  the  pain — 
'Yet  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 

6  'Then  trust  me,  and  fear  not;  thy  life  is  secure, 
'  My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  power ; 
'  In  love  I  correct  thee,  thy  soul  to  refine, 

To  make  thee  at  length  in  my  likeness  to  shine.' 

Jay's  Col. 

HYMN  154.  8  &  7.  Love  Divine.  [*] 

Consolation  of  Israel.  Luke  ii,  25. 

1  f~*  OME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
vy   Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 

From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee  : 
Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 

Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart. 

2  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 
Born  a  child — and  yet  a  King ; 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  thy  precious  Kingdom  bring  : 

By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne.  MadarCsCol 

HYMN  1557  L.  M.  Islington,  [b] 

Christ's  address  to  the  Church  at  Ephesus.  Rev.  ii,  1 — 7. 

1   nriHUS  saith  the  Lord  to  Ephesus, 
JL    And  thus  he  speaks  to  some  of  us ; 


Select. HYMN  156. 103 

d  'Amidst  mv  churches,  fo,  1  stand, 
And  hold  the  pastors  in  mv  hand. 

2  'Thy  works  to  me  are  fully  known; 
Thy  patience,  and  thy  toil  I  own ; 
Thy  views  of  gospel  truth  are  clear, 
Nor  canst  thou  other  doctrine  bear. 

3  '  Yet  I  must  blame,  while  I  approve : 
Where  is  thy  first,  thy  fervent  love  ? 
Dost  thou  forget  my  love  to  thee, 
That  thine  is  grown  so  faint  to  me? 

4  ■  Recall  to  mind  the  happy  days, 
When  thou  wast  fill'd  with  joy  and  praise ; 
Repent — thy  former  works  renew, 

Then  I'll  restore  thy  comforts  too. 

5  '  Return  at  once,  when  I  reprove, 
Lest  I  thy  candlestick  remove, 
And  thou,  too  late,  thy  loss  lament ; 
I  warn  before  I  strike  : — Repent.' 

e  6  Hearken  to  what  the  Spirit  saith 

To  him  who  overcomes  by  faith ; 
o  '  The  fruit  of  life's  unfading  tree 

In  Paradise  his  food  shall  be.'  Newton. 

HYMN  156.  C.  M.  York.  [*] 

Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Smyrna.  Rev.  ii,  11. 

1  npHE  message  first  to  Smyrna  sent, 

JL    A  message  full  of  grace, 
To  all  the  Saviour's  flock  is  meant, 
In  every  age  and  place. 

2  Thus  to  his  church,  his  chosen  bride, 
Saith  the  great  First  and  Last, 

Who  ever  lives — though  once  he  died ! 
d       '  Hold  thy  profession  fast. 

3  '  Thy  works  and  sorrow  well  I  know, 
Perform'd  and  borne  for  me  ; 

Poor  though  thou  art,  despis'd  and  low, 
Yet  who  is  rich  like  thee  ? 

4  '  I  know  thy  foes,  and  what  they  say, 
How  long  they  have  blasphem'd ; 

The  synagogue  of  Satan,  they, 

Though  they  would  Jews  be  deem'd. 

5  i  Though  Satan  for  a  season  rage, 
And  prisons  be  your  lot : 

I  am  your  friend,  and  I  engage 
You  shall  not  be  forgot. 


104 HYMN  157,  158. Select. 

6  *  Be  faithful  unto  death,  nor  fear 

A  few  short  days  of  strife  ; 
Behold  the  prize  you  soon  shall  wear, — 
A  crown  of  endless  life.' 
e  7  Hear  what  the  Holy  Spirit  saith 

Of  all  who  overcome; 
o  c  They  shall  escape  the  second  death, — 
e      The  sinner's  awful  doom  !'  Newton. 

HYMN  157.  7  &  6.  Clark's.  Hymn  5th.  [b*J 

Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Sardis.  Rev.  iii,  1 — 6. 

d  1  '  "\17~RITE  to  Sardis,'  saith  the  Lord, 
▼  T     l  And  write  what  he  declares, — 
He,  whose  Spirit,  and  whose  Word, 

Upholds  the  seven  stars ; 
All  thy  works  and  ways  I  search, 
Find  thy  zeal  and  love  decay'd ; 
Thou  art  call'd  a  living  church, 
But  thou  art  cold  and  dead, 

2  '  Watch — remember — seek,  and  strive, 
Exert  thy  former  pains  : 

Let  thy  timely  care  revive, 

And  strengthen  what  remains : 
Cleanse  thy  heart,  thy  works  amend, 
Former  times  to  mind  recall  ; 
Lest  my  sudden  stroke  descend, 

And  smite  thee  once  for  all. 

3  '  Yet  I  number  now  in  thee 
A  few  who  are  upright ; 

These  my  Father's  face  shall  see, 

And  walk  with  me  in  white : 
When  in  judgment  I  appear, 
They  for  mine  shall  stand  confess'd : 
Let  my  faithful  servants  hear, 

And  wo  be  to  the  rest.'  Cowper. 

HYMN  158.  L.  M.  Oporto.  [*] 

Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Philadelphia.  Rev.  iii,  7 — 13. 

1  npHUS  saith  the  Holy  One,  and  true, 

-B-  To  his  beloved  faithful  few ; 
'  Of  heaven  and  hell  I  hold  the  keys, 
To  shut  or  open  as  I  please. 

2  '  I  know  thy  works,  and  I  approve  ; 
Though  small  thy  strength,  sincere  thy  love ; 


Select. HYMN  159, 105 

Good  mj  word  and  name  to  own, 

For  none  shall  rob  thee  of  tin  crown. 
S  k  Before  thee  see  my  mercy's  door 

Stands  open  wide,  to  shut  no  more; 
Fear  not  temptation's  fiery  <i;>> . 

For  I  will  be  thy  strength  and  stay. 

4  'Thou  hast  my  promise,  hold  it  fast; 

Thy  trying  hour  will  soon  be  past: 

Rejoice — For  lo  !  1  quickly  come, 

To  take  thee  to  my  heavenly  home : 
g  5  'A  pillar  there  no  more  to  move, 

Inscrib'd  with  all  my  names  of  love: 

A  monument  of  mighty  grace, 

Thou  shalt  for  ever  have  a  place.' 
— 6  Such  is  the  conqueror's  reward, 

Prepar'd  and  promis'd  by  the  Lord ; 

Let  him  who  hath  the  ear  of  faith, 

Attend  to  what  the  Spirit  saith.  Newton. 

HYMN  159.  L.  M.  Newcourt.  [b] 

Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Laodicca.     Rev.  iii,  14 — 20. 

p  1  TTEAR,  what  the  Lord,  the  great  Amen, 
JCX  The  true  and  faithful  Witness,  says; 
He  form'd  the  vast  creation's  plan, 
And  searches  all  our  hearts  and  ways. 

2  To  some  he  speaks  as  once  of  old, 
d  '  I  Tuiow  thee — thy  profession's  vain ; 

Since  thou  art  neither  hot  nor  cold, 
I'll  spit  thee  from  me  with  disdain. 

3  '  Thou  boastest,  "lam  wise  and  rich, 
Increas'd  in  goods,  and  nothing  need  ;" 
And  dost  not  know  thou  art  a  wretch, 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  blind,  and  dead. 

4  '  Yet  while  I  thus  rebuke,  I  love ; 
My  message  is  in  mercy  sent, 

That  thou  may'st  my  compassion  prove  ; 
I  can  forgive  if  thou  repent. 

5  c  Would'st  thou  be  truly  rich  and  wise, 
Come,  buy  my  gold  in  fire  well  try'd, 
My  ointment,  to  anoint  thine  eyes*, 

My  robe,  thy  nakedness  to  hide. 

6  '  See,  at  thy  door  I  stand  and  knock; 
Poor  sinner,  shall  I  wait  in  vain  ? 


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106  HYMN  160,  161. Select. 

Quickly  thy  stubborn  heart  unlock, 

That  I  may  enter  with  my  train. 

7  '  Thou  canst  not  entertain  a  king ; 

Unworthy  thou  of  such  a  guest ! 

But  I  my  own  provision  bring, 

To  make  thy  soul  a  heavenly  feast.'  Newton. 

HYMN  160.  S.  M.  Neivton.  [*] 

Promise  to  Believers  and  their  children. 

1  T    ORD,  what  our  ears  have  heard, 
-Ld  Our  eyes  delighted  trace  ; 

Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  Zion's  chosen  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine  : 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name, 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

3  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
And  thee,  the  sons  adore ; 

Join'd  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4  Thy  cov'nant  may  they  keep, 
And  bless  the  happy  bands, — 

Which  closer  still  engage  their  hearts, 
To  honour  thy  commands. 
e  5      How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace  ! 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 
o  6       Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  father's  God  ; 
To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
o  And  sound  thy  praise  abroad.  Salisbury  Col 

HYMN  161.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.  [*] 

Christ's  condescending  Regard  to  little  Children.  Mark  x,  14. 

1   CJEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
£3  With  all  engaging  charms  ; 
e  Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 
d  2  '  Permit  them  to  approach,'  he  cries, 
1  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
'  For  'twas  to  bkss  such  souls  as  these, 
1  The  Lord  of  angels  came.' 


Select. HYMN  16*,  168. 107 

o  3  We  brims  thcin.  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  3  ield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  wo  ourselves  are  thine, 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be* 
— 4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hoar; 

Ye  childron  seek  his  face; — 
o  And  fly  with  transports  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace, 
e  5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 
—    Thy  guardian  care  we  trust; 
e  That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  heart, 
a      If  weeping  o'er  their  dust.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  162.  S.  M.  Binglutm.  [*] 

Infants  gwen  to  Ged  in  Baptism.  Is.  lxv,  23. 

1  f~^  RE  AT  God,  now  condescend 
VT  To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 

Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace. 

2  Oh,  what  a  vast  delight, 
Their  happiness  to  see  ! 

Our  wannest  wishes  all  unite 

To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 
—3       Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 

This  ordinance  divine  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

And  make  these  children  thine.  Fellows. 

HYMN  1G3.  C.  M.  York.  [*] 

Young  Persons  invited  to  seek  and  love  Christ.  Prov.  viii,  17. 

1  "V^E  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 

-SL    In  smiling  crowds  draw  near  ; 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  wrorlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  welfare  to  pursue, 
d  3  '  The  soul  who  longs  to  see  my  face, 
1  Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
1  And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace, 
c  Shall  never  seek  in  vain.' 
e  4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 
If  once  compar'd  with  thee  ? 


108 HYMN  164,  165. Select. 

What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 

Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 
d  5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
o  'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 

And  here  true  bliss  I  find.         Doddridge. 

HYMN  164.  L.  M.  Gloucester.  [*] 

Early  Piety.  Matt,  xii,  20. 

1  TCJTOW  s°ft  the  words  my  Saviour  speaks ! 
JLJ_  How  kind  the  promises  he  makes ! 

A  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  will  he  quench  the  smoking  flax. 

2  The  humble  poor  he  won't  despise, 
Nor  on  the  contrite  sinner  frown ; 
His  ear  is  open  to  their  cries, 

He  quickly  sends  salvation  down. 

3  When  piety  in  early  minds, 
Like  tender  buds  begins  to  shoot, 

He  guards  the  plants  from  threat'ning  winds, 
And  ripens  blossoms  into  fruit. 

4  With  humble  souls  he  bears  a  part, 
In  all  the  sorrows  they  endure ; 
Tender  and  gracious  is  his  heart, 
His  promise  is  for  ever  sure. 

5  He  sees  the  struggles  that  prevail 
Between  the  powers  of  grace  and  sin  ; 
He  kindly  listens  while  they  tell 
The  bitter  pangs  they  feel  within. 

6  Though,  press'd  with  fears  on  ev'ry  side, 
They  know  not  how  the  strife  may  end ; 
Yet  he  will  soon  the  cause  decide, 

And  judgment  unto  vict'ry  send.         StenneL 

HYMN  165.  CM.  Wareham.  [b*] 

Young  Persons  entreated. 

e  1  T>  ESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth, 
J3  The  gift  of  saving  grace  ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 
— 2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 
Of  pure  and  heavenly  root ; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 


Select. HYMN  166. 109 

d  3  Ye  careless  ours,  ()  hear  betimes, 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love! 
e  Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes, 
o      But  mefcrj  reigns  above. 

d  4  True,  you  arc  young,  but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast. 
Or  halt"  the  crimes  which  you  have  done, 

Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 
— 5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, 

Oh,  join  the  public  prayer! 
p  For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

Oh,  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 
— 6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach  ; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jesus  whom  we  preach.  Coivper. 

HYMN  166.  7s.  Redeeming  Love,  [b*] 

Prayer  for  young  Persons. 

1  TVTOW  may  fervent  prayer  arise, 
-Ll  Wing'd  with  faith,  and  pierce  the  skies; 

Fervent  prayer  will  bring  us  down 

Gracious  answers  from  the  throne. 
e  2  Shepherd  of  thy  blood-bought  sheep, 

Teach  the  stony  heart  to  weep ; 

Let  the  blind  have  eyes  to  see — 
e  See  themselves — and  look  on  thee. 
— 3  Let  the  minds  of  all  our  youth 

Feel  the  force  of  sacred  truth  ; 

While  the  gospel  call  they  hear, 

May  they  learn  to  love  and  fear. 

4  Show  them  what  their  ways  have  been  ; 

Show  them  the  desert  of  sin  ; 
e  Then  thy  dying  love  reveal ; 

This  shall  melt  a  heart  of  steel. 
— 5  Where  thou  hast  thy  work  begun, 

Give  new  strength  the  race  to  run  ; 

Scatter  darkness,  clouds,  and  fears, 

Wipe  away  the  mourner's  tears. 
— 6  Bless  us  all,  both  old  and  young : 

Call  forth  praise  from  ev'ry  tongue ; 

Let  the  whole  assembly  prove 

All  thy  power,  and  all  thy  love.  Newton. 

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110 HYMN  167,  168. Select, 

HYMN  167.  7s.  Fairfax,  [b] 

Prayer  for  Children. 

1  /^  RACIOUS  Lord,  our  children  see  ; 
vJ  By  thy  mercy  we  are  free  ; 

But  shall  these,  alas !  remain 
Subjects  still  of  Satan's  reign  ? 

2  Israel's  infants,  when  of  old, 
Pharaoh  threaten'd  to  withhold ; 

d  Then  thy  Messenger  said,  '  No  : 
1  Let  the  children  also  go.' 

e  3  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord, 

Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  sword, 

Slew,  with  an  avenging  hand, 

All  the  first-born  of  the  land  ; — 
o  4  Then  thy  people's  doors  he  pass'd, 

Where  the  bloody  sign  was  plac'd  : 
e  Hear  us  now  upon  our  knees, 

Plead  the  blood  of  Christ  for  these. 
e  5  Lord,  we  tremble,  for  we  know 

How  the  fierce,  malicious  foe, 

Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 

Keeps  them  ever  in  his  sight. 
— 6  Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings  ! 

Hide  them  safe  beneath  thy  wings : 
e  Lest  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey 

Seize  and  bear  the  brood  away.  Coivper. 

HYMN  168.  8  &  7.  Calvary,  [b] 

Surrender  to  infinite  Love. Sacramental. 

1  "T^HEN  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding, 
▼  ▼     For  my  sins,  upon  the  tree ; 
e  Oh  how  wondrous  ! — how  exceeding 

Great  his  love  appears  to  me  ! 
e  2  Floods  of  deep  distress  and  anguish, 

To  impede  his  labours  came  ; 
— Yet  they  all  could  not  extinguish 
Love's  eternal,  burning  flame. 
e  3  Now  redemption  is  completed, 
Full  salvation  is  procur'd  : 
Death  and  Satan  are  defeated, 
By  the  sufferings  he  endur'd. 


Select HYMN  169,  170. 111 

o  4  Now  the  gracious  Mediator, 

Risen  to  the  courts  of  Miss, 
Claims  for  me,  a  sinful  creature, 

Pardon,  righteousness,  and  peace. 
— 5  Sure  such  infinite  affection 

Lays  the  highest  claims  to  mine; 
o  All  my  powers,  without  exception, 

Should  in  fervent  praises  join. 
— 6  Jesus,  fit  me  for  thy  service; 

Form  me  for  thyself  alone  : 
€  1  am  thy  most  costly  purchase  ; 

Take  possession  of  thy  own.  Lee. 

HYMN  169.  C.  M.  Canterbury,  [b*] 

Christ's  Flesh,  Meat  indeed.     Sacramental.  John  vi,  53 — 56. 

1  XXERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
J-JL  To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 

Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  who  prepares  this  rich  repast, 
Himself  comes  down  and  dies  ; 

And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow ; 
Oh,  what  delightful  food  ! 

We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine — 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd, 
Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 

For  me — each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
'Twas  all  procur'd  for  me. 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 
Dear  Saviour — so  divine  ! 

Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine.        Stennet. 

HYMN  170.  C.  M.  York.  Barby.  [*] 

Welcome  to  the  Table.     Sacramental. 

1  FT! HIS  is  the  feast  of  heavenly  wine, 

JL    And  God  invites  to  sup ; 
The  juices  of  the  living  vine 
Were  press'd  to  fill  the  cup. 


113       HYMN  171. Select. 

o  2  Oh,  bless  the  Saviour,  ye  who  eat, 

With  royal  dainties  fed  : 
— Not  heaven  affords  a  costlier  treat, 
e      For  JESUS  is  the  bread! 
e  3  The  vile,  the  lost— he  calls  to  them  ; 
d      *  Ye  trembling  souls,  appear ! 

1  The  righteous  in  their  own  esteem 

'  Have  no  acceptance  here. 
4  '  Approach,  ye  poor,  nor  dare  refuse 

1  The  banquet  spread  for  you ;' 
e  Dear  Saviour,  this  is  welcome  news  ! 
o      Then  I  may  venture  too. 
— 5  If  guilt  and  sin  afford  a  plea, 

And  may  obtain  a  place  ; 
o  Surely  the  Lord  will  welcome  me, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face.  Cowper. 

HYMN  171.  L.  M.  Gloucester,  [b*] 

Christ  crucified.     Sacramental. 

p  1  X1THEN,  on  the  cross,  my  Lord  I  see, 
f  ▼    Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  me ; 
— Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transformed  to  love. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart; 
In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part ; 

e  I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes, 
p  But  see, — he  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 
— 3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
a  Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood ! 
e  Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near ; 
— The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 

I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains ; 

Only  the  fountain-head  above 

Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 
e  5  Oh  that  I  thus  could  always  feel ! 

Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal ; 
o  Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim 

The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  Name. 
o  6  Thy  Name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear  ; 

Affords  a  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
d  And  Satan  trembles  at  the  sound.     Newton. 


Select. HYMN  173,  173. U3 

HYMN  1 7 J.  CM.  Barlnj.  [b*] 

Jesus  hasting  ti>  suffer.     Sacramental. 

e  l  ril  HE  Saviour— what  a  noble  flame 

J-    Was  kindled  in  bis  breast, 
— When* hasting  to  Jerusalem, 

He  march'd  before  the  rest! 
o  2  Good-will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  ev'ry  thought  engross  : 
e  He  longs  to  be  baptiz'd  with  blood! 

He  pants  to  reach  the  cross! 
e  3  With  all  his  suflPrings  full  in  view, 

And  woes,  to  us  unknown, 
o  Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew — 

'Twas  love  that  urg'd  him  on. 
e  4  Lord,  we  return  thee — what  we  can ! 
o      Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 

Salvation,  to  the  dying  Man, 
g      And  to  the  rising  God  ! 
— 5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wond'ring  eyes  ; 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
o      And  hasten  to  the  skies.  Cowper. 

HYMN  173.  8,  7  &  4.  Helmsley.  [*] 

It  is  finished.     Sacramental. 

e  1  T_T  ARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

JL  JL  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
o  See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ! 
d         'It  is  finish'd  !'— 
e  Hear  the  Saviour — dying — cry. 
d  2  It  is  finish'd  ! — Oh  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford ! 
o  Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord, 
d  It  is  finish'd  ! 

e  Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 
— 3  Finish'd — all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law ; 
Finish'd — all  that  God  had  promis'd ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 
d  It  is  finish'd  ! 

— Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 
10* 


114 HYMN  174,  175. Select. 

o  4  Ransom'd  ones,  approach  the  table — 
Taste  the  soul  reviving  food  : 
Nothing's  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant, 
As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood. 
d  It  is  finish'd — 

— Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load. 
o  5  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
o  All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Emmanuel's  name ; 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb !     Burdens  CoL 

HYMN  174.  7s.  Fairfax.  [*b] 

It  is  good  to  be  here.     Sacramental. 

1  T   ET  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
a      JLi  Weep — and  love  my  life  away  ! 
e  While  I  see  him  on  the  tree, 
a  Weep — and  bleed — and  die  for  me  ! 
— 2  That  dear  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 

Shows  my  sin  in  all  its  guilt : 
p  Ah,  my  soul,  behold  the  load  ! 
a  Hast  thou  slain  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
d  3  Hark  !  his  dying  word,  '  Forgive, 

'  Father,  let  the  sinner  live  : 

8  Sinner,  wipe  thy  tears  away, 

'I  thy  ransom  freely  pay.' 
— 4  While  I  hear  this  grace  reveal'd, 

And  obtain  a  pardon  seal'd, 

All  my  soft  affections  move, 

Waken'd  by  the  force  of  love. 
d  5  Farewell,  world,  thy  gold  is  dross, 

Now  I  see  the  bleeding  Cross ; 
— Jesus  died  to  set  me  free, 

From  the  law,  and  sin,  and  thee ! 

6  He  has  dearly  bought  my  soul ; 

Lord,  accept,  and  claim  the  whole  ; 

To  thy  will  I  all  resign, 
e  Now  no  more  my  own,  but  thine.      Newton. 

HYMN  175.  H.  M.  Bethesda.  [*] 

The  Fountain  of  Life.     Sacramental 


1  TIT*  AIL,  everlasting  Spring  ! 
Xl  Celestial  Fountain,  hail ! 


] 


Select. HYMN  176. U5 

Th\  streams  salvation  bring, 
The  waters  never  Tail : 
Still  they  endure,  and  still  they  How, 
For  all  our  no  a  sovereign  cute: 
o  2  Blest  be  His  wounded  side, 

And  blest  his  bleeding  heart, 
Who  all  in  anguish  dy'd, 
Such  favours  to  impart. 
His  sacred  blood  shall  make  us  clean 
From  ev'ry  sin — and  fit  for  God. 
3  To  that  dear  source  of  love 
—        Our  souls  this  day  would  come  : 
And  thither  from  above, 

Lord,  call  the  nations  home ; 
o  That  Jew  and  Greek,  with  rapt'rous  songs, 
On  all  their  tongues,  thy  praise  may  speak. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  176.  C.  M.  Christinas.  [*] 

Highway  to  Zion.  Isa.  xxxv,  8 — 10. 

1  CUNG,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
£3  Your  great  deliv'rer  sing, 

Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  has  rais'd, — 
e       How  holy,  and  how  plain  ! 

— Nor  shall  the  simplest  trav'ler  err, 
Nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 

3  No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 
Nor  lurking  serpent  w7ound  ; 

Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise, 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 
o  4  A  hand  Divine  shall  lead  you  on, 
Through  all  the  blissful  road ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 
o  5  There,  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled, 
g  6  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  labouring  up  the  hill.      Doddridge. 


116 HYMN  177,  178. Select 

HYMN  177.  8  &  7.  Dninunond.  [*] 

Safety  and  happiness  of  Zion.  Is.  xxxiii.  20,  21. 

1   fl  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

VT  Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
e  He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
g  On  the  rock  of  ages  founded — 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 
o  2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
e  Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows,  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
— Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails,  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 
See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 

For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving*  from  their  banner, 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray.  New 

HYMN  178.  L.  M.  Blendon.  [*] 

God,  the  Defence  of  Zion.  Ezek.  xlviii,  35. 

1    4   S  birds  their  infant  brood  protect, 
-/-".I-  And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  them ; 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
d  '  So  will  I  guard  Jerusalem.' 
e  2  And  what  then  is  Jerusalem, 

This  darling  object  of  his  care  ? 

Where  is  its  worth  in  God's  esteem  ? 
a  Who  built  it ? — Who  inhabits  there ? 
— 3  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 

The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son  ; 

There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  God, 

The  sinners,  whom  he  calls  his  own. 

4  There,  though  besieg'd  on  every  side, 
Yet  much  belov'd,  and  guarded  well, 


let HYMN  179,  180. 117 

o  From  age  to  age  thej  have  defied 

The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  hell. 
e  5  Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair, 
o  This  city  lias  a  sure  defence  ; 
d  Her  name  is  call'd,  "  The  Lord  is  there  ;" 
e  And  who  has  power  to  drive  Him  thence  ? 

Coioper. 

HYMN  179.  8  &  7.  Drummond.  [*] 

Future  Peace  and  Glory  of  Zion.     Isa.  lx,  15,  20. 

1  TIT  EAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 
e       -i-JL  '  O  my  people,  faint  and  few ; 

Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
o  Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  : 
— Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways : 
d  You  shall  name  your  walls  Salvation, — 
—    And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise.' 
b  2  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures,  without  end,  shall  flow ; 
— For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 
All  his  bounty  shall  bestow  : 
Still,  in  undisturb'd  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression — 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 
3  Ye,  no  more,  your  suns  declining, 
Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 
But,  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 
Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
o  God  will  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
g  He,  the  Lord,  will  be  your  glory, 

God,  your  everlasting  light.  Cowper. 

HYMN  180.  L.  M.  Worship,  [b] 

Prayer  for  Zion. 

1  TNDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
JL  And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear  ? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah, hear  ? 
e  2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 
Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise  ; 


118 HYMN  181. Select. 

— Till  thy  own  power  shall  stand  confess'd, 

And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  ? 
e  3  For  this,  a  lowly,  suppliant  crowd 

Here,  in  thy  sacred  temple, wait : 
— For  this  we  lift  our  voices  loud, 

And  call,  and  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 
e  4  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolations  round  ; 
e  See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
— And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 
o  5  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar ; 

Let  all  the  Isles  their  Saviour  know, 

And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near.    Doddridge. 

HYMN  181.  L.  M.  Blendon,  [b  •] 

Prayer  for  Zion's  Increase.  Isa.  li,  9. 

d  1    4  RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 

A  Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake  ! 
— And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 

Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne 
d  '  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  !' 
— Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 

And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground, 
e  3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt — 

Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ! 

But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
e  The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 
o  4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  thy  power  extend ; 

Let  Mahomet's  impostures  end ; 

Break  superstition's  Papal  chain, 

And  the  proud  scoffer's  rage  restrain. 
o  5  Let  Zion's  time  of  favour  come  ; 

O  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home  : 

And  let  our  wondering  eyes  behold 

Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Christ's  one  fold, 
g  6  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim, 

In  every  land  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 

And  crown  the  Saviour— Lord  of  all.  Ms.  Col. 


Select. HYMN  182,  183. 119 

HYMN  162.  L.  M.  Leeds.  [*] 

Long  in  g  for  (he  promised  Sprnnl  of  tin    Cosprl.   Dan.  ii,  45. 

XEKT  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain, 


E 


e      J-^   Insulted— everlasting  Kii*b 

— The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase, 
And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 

e  2  We  long  to  see  that  happy  time, 
That  dear,  expected,  blessed  day! 

o  When  countless  myriads  of  our  race 
The  second  Adam  shall  obey. 

— 3  The  prophecies  must  be  fulfill'd, 

Though  earth  and  hell  should  dare  oppose ; 
The  Stone  cut  from  the  mountain's  side, 
Though  unobserved,  to  empire  grows. 

4  Soon  shall  the  blended  Image  fall, — 
Brass,  silver,  iron,  gold,  and  clay ; 
And  superstition's  gloomy  reign 

To  light  and  liberty  give  way. 

5  In  one  sweet  symphony  of  praise, 
o  Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite  ; 

And  Infidelity,  asham'd, 

Sink  in  th'  abyss  of  endless  night. 

6  Soon  Afric's  long  enslaved  sons 
Shall  join  with  Europe's  polish'd  race, 
To  celebrate,  in  different  tongues, 
The  glories  of  redeeming  grace. 

g  7  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Emmanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend  ; 

— And  every  man,  in  every  face, 

Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend.  Voke. 

HYMN  183.  C.  M.  Mitcham.  [*] 

Prayer  for  the  Success  of  Missions.  Ps.  lxxii,  7,  8. 

1  T    ORD,  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 
-L^   Arm'd  with  thy  Spirit's  power ; 
o  Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 

And  bless  the  saving  hour. 
o  2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 
The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  greens,  and  fruits  array'd — 
g      A  blooming  Paradise. 


120 HYMN  184. Select. 

— 3  True  holiness  shall  strike  its  root 

In  each  regen'rate  heart ; — 
Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 

And  heavenly  fruits  impart. 
e  4  Peace,  with  her  olives  crown'd,  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 

Nor  murd'rous  cannon  roar. 
— 5  Lord,  for  those  days  we  wait — those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold ; 
o  Fly  swifter,  sun,  and  stars,  and  bring 

This  promis'd  age  of  gold. 
e  6  Amen — with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 

Unnumber'd  myriads  cry ; 
g  Amen — with  joy  divine,  let  heaven's 

Unnumber'd  choirs  reply.  Gibbons. 

HYMN  184.  C.  M.  Canterbury.  [*] 

Prayer  for  Missionaries. 

1   /^  RE  AT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

VX  Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 

Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 
o  2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind  ; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 

Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind, 
g  3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread— 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
p  4  Oh  when  shall  Africh  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word  ? 
And  vassals  long  enslav'd  become 

The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ! 
e  5  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Heathen  tribes, 

A  dark,  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Emmanuel's  feet, 

And  learn  and  see  his  grace  ? 
6  Haste,  sovereign  Mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love  : 
Soften  the  tiger  to  the  Lamb, 

The  vulture  to  a  dove. 


Select. HYMN  185. 121 

7  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 
To  spread  the  gospel's  rays ! 
g  And  build,  on  sin's  demolished  throne. 

The  temples  of  thy  praise.  Rippdn. 

HYMN  185.  10s.  Walworth.  [*] 

Prayer  for  t/ic  Latter  Day  Glory. 

1  "1      ORDofall  worlds,  incline  thy  bounteousear, 
JLj  Thy  children's  voice,  in  tender  mercy,  hear, 

Bear  thy  blest  promise,  fix'd  as  hills,  in  mind, 
And  shed  renewing  grace  on  lost  mankind: 
O  let  thy  Spirit  like  soft  dews  descend  ; — 
Thy  gosftel  run  to  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  Zion's  walls  before  thee  ceaseless  stand, 
Dear  as  thine  eye,  and  graven  on  thy  hand ; 
From  earth's  far  regions  Jacob's  sons  restore, 
Oppress'd  by  man,  and  scourg'd  by  thee,  no  more  ; 
Enrich'd  with  gold,  adorn'd  with  heavenly  grace, 
Truth  their  sole  guide,  and  all  their  pleasure  praise. 

3  Then  Satan's  kingdom  shall  from  earth  retire, 
Dead  forms  dissolve,  and  furious  zeal  expire, 
The  Beast's  fell  throne  shall  darkness  dire  surround, 
Mohammed's  empire  tumble  to  the  ground  ; 
The  dreams  of  Infidels  in  smoke  decay, 

And  all  the  foes  of  heaven  shall  fleet  away. 

4  In  barren  wilds  shall  living  waters  spring, 
Fair  temples  rise,  and  songs  of  transport  ring ; 
The  savage  mind  with  sweet  affection  warm, 
And  light  and  love  the  yielding  bosom  charm : 
From  sin's  oblivious  sleep  the  soul  arise, 

And  grace  and  goodness  shower  from  balmy  skies. 

5  Then  shall  mankind  no  more  in  darkness  mourn; 
Then  happy  nations  in  a  day  be  born  ; 

From  east  to  west  thy  glorious  Name  be  one, 
And  one  pure  worship  hail  th'  eternal  Son : 
Remotest  realms  one  spotless  faith  unite, 
And  o'er  all  regions  beam  the  Gospel's  light. 

6  Then  shall  thy  saints  exult  with  joy  divine  ; 
Their  virtues  quicken,  and  their  lives  refine  ; 
Their  souls  improve,  their  songs  more  grateful  rise, 
And  sweeter  incense  cheer  the  morning  skies ; 
Heaven  o'er  the  world  unfold  a  brighter  day, 
And  Jesus  spread  his  reign  from  sea  to  sea. 

11  Dwight. 


HYMN  186,  187. Select. 

HYMN  186.  C.  M.  Bethlehem.  [*] 

Zion  exalted  above  the  Hills.  Isa.  xxii,  4. 

1   ^^'ER  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God, 

V_/   In  latter  days,  shall  rise — 
Above  the  summit  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 
o  2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  say, 

And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 
3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers, 
Shall  the  whole  world  command, 
e  4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide  ; 
o  His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 

And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 
e  5  No  war  shall  rage,  no  hostile  feuds 

Disturb  those  peaceful  years  ; 
— To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

o  6  Come  then,  O  house  of  Jacob,  come, 

And  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
g  And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 

With  holy  beauties  shine.    Scotch  Paraphrase. 

HYMN  187.  L.  M.  Castle-Street  [*] 

Millennium.  Isa.  xi,  5 — 9.  Rev.  xx,  4 — 10. 

1  T    OOK  up,  my  soul,  with  glad  surprise, 
JLi   Towards  the  joyful,  coming  day, 

When  Jesus  shall  descend  the  skies, 

And  form  a  bright,  a  glorious  day. 
g  2  Nations  shall  in  a  day  be  born, 

And  swift,  like  doves,  to  Jesus  fly ; 
— The  saints  shall  know  no  clouds  return, 

Nor  sorrows  mingled  with  their  joy. 
b  3  The  lion  and  the  lamb  shall  feed 

Together,  in  his  peaceful  reign ; 
— And  Zion,  blest  with  heavenly  bread, 

Of  pinching  wants  no  more  complain. 


Select. HYMN  188,  189. 123 

4  The  Jew,  the  Greek*  the  bond,  the  free, 

Shall  boast  their  sev'ral  rights  do  more; 
o  But  join  in  sweetest  harmony, 

Their  Lord,  their  Sovereign,  to  adore. 
— 5  Thus,  till  a  thousand  years  are  pass'd, 

And  Satan  must  be  loos'd  again ; 

Short  is  the  time  his  reign  shall  last, 
a  Ere  he's  conlin'd  in  endless  pain, 
o  6  But  the  blest  saints  shall  mount  on  high, 

Where  their  delivering  Prince  is  gone; 
s  Angels  at  God's  command  shall  fly, 

To  bless  them  with  a  conqueror's  crown.  Anon. 

HYMN  188.  8  &  7.  Sicilian.  [*] 

Collection  for  the  Spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  XXTITH  my  substance  I  will  honour 

▼  ▼     My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word, 
o  2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim  ; 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station, 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 
— 3  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted  ; 
May  the  world  the  Saviour  know : 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted  ; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
o  4  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 
s  Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine — victorious  love.  Francis. 

HYMN  189.  S.  M.  Newton.  [*] 

Charitable  Collection.  1  Chron.  xxix,  14. 

1  rpiHY  bounties,  gracious  Lord, 

J-    With  gratitude  we  own  ; 
We  praise  thy  providential  grace, 

That  showers  its  blessings  down. 
o  2      With  joy  the  people  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne ; 
With  thankful  souls,  behold,  we  pay 
A  tribute  of  thine  own. 
e  3       Accept  this  humble  mite, 

Great,  sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 
Nor  let  our  num'rous,  mingling  sins 
The  sacred  ointment  spoil. 


124 HYMN  190,  191.  Select. 

— 4       Let  the  Redeemer's  blood 

Diffuse  its  virtues  wide  : 
Hallow  and  cleanse  our  every  gift, 

And  all  our  follies  hide. 
e  5       O  may  this  sacrifice 

To  thee,  the  Lord,  ascend, 
— An  odour  of  a  sweet  perfume, 

Presented  by  his  hand. 
o  6      Well  pleas'd  our  God  shall  view 

The  products  of  his  grace  ; 
And,  in  a  plentiful  reward, 

Fulfil  his  promises.  Scott 

HYMN  190.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  [*] 

The  Good  Samaritan.  Luke  x,  30 — 37. 

1    O  ATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 

J-     All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 

The  image  of  thy  love. 
b  2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know ; 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 

And  weep  for  others'  wo. 
e  3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid ; 
p  Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
o      And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 
— 4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  men, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies ; 
And  'midst  the  embraces  of  thy  love, 

He  felt  compassion  rise. 
o  5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground ; 
e  And  gave  the  richest  of  his  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  191.  C.  M.  Devizes.  [*] 

Nature  and  Fruits  of  Charity. 

1   f\  CHARITY,  thou  heavenly  grace  ! 

\J  All  tender,  soft  and  kind ! 
A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 

To  all  that's  good  inclin'd  ! 


Select HYMN  192. \25 

2  The  man  of  charity  extends 

To  all  his  liberal  hand  ; 
His  kindred,  neighbours,  foes  and  friends, 
I  lis  pity  may  command. 
e  3  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress; 
He  hears  when  they  eomplain  ; 
With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 

And  lessen  all  their  pain. 
4  The  sick,  the  pris'ner,  poor  and  blind, 

And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
In  him  a  benefactor  find — 
He  loves  to  give  relief. 
o  5  'Tis  love  that  makes  religion  sweet ; 
'Tis  love  that  makes  us  rise, 
With  willing  minds  and  ardent  feet, 
To  yonder  happy  skies. 
— 6  Then  let  us  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue  ; 
o  Thus  shall  we  be  with  glory  crown'd, 
e      And  love  as  angels  do.  Proud. 

HYMN  192.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.  [*] 

Relieving  Christ  in  his  Members.  Matt,  xxv,  40. 

e  1     FESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 
J    Thy  bounties,  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 
g  2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
e  What  can  my  poverty  bestow — 

W7hen  all  the  worlds  are  thine  ? 
— 3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 
The  partners  of  thy  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 
e  4  In  them  thou  may'st  be  cloth'd  and  fed, 
And  visited  and  cheer'd, 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 
— 5  Thy  face  with  rev'rence  and  with  love, 
I,  in  the  poor  would  see ; 
Oh  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread, 
Than  hold  it  back  from  thee.     Doddridge. 
11  * 


126 HYMN  193. Select. 

HYMN  193.  8  &  7.   [*] 

A  Charity  Hymn. 

1  "       ORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
J-^  Thou,  in  glory,  unconfin'd, 

Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling, 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love  through  all  creation 
Beams,  like  thy  diffusive  light, 

So  the  scorn'd  and  humble  station 
Shrinks  before  thine  equal  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 
Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue, 

Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung  : — 

4  *  When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure, 
1  Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shalt  bind ; 

8  To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
'  Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind.' 

CHORUS. 
'  These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
1  The  widow  and  the  fatherless.' 

5  '  When  thine  olive  plants,  increasing, 

*  Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain  ; 

'  Grateful  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 

*  But  not  search  the  bough  again.' 
Chorus. — '  These,  &c.' 

6  '  When  thy  favour'd  vintage,  flowing, 
'  Gladdens  thy  autumnal  scene, 

c  Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
1  But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean.' 
Chorus. — '  These,  &c.' 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 
Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree  ; 

Mercy,  every  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

8  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 
Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care  ; 

Screen'd  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 


, 


Select. HYMN  194,  195. 127 

HYMN  194.  L.  M.  Sicilian.  [*] 

Mtilinir  of  Christian  Friends. 

1  "IT"  INDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
J^-  A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 

May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give, 
o  2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  is  given, 

To  know7  the  Saviour's  precious  name ; 

And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 

Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 
— 3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  spirit  from  above, 

Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

4  Forgotten  be  each  earthly  theme, 

When  christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
e  We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him, 
a  Who  lived — and  died — and  reigns — for  us. 
e  5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below  j 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 
— 6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
o  And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet — to  part  no  more.  Newton. 

HYMN  195.  S.  M.  Bingham.  [*] 

Parting  of  Christian  Friends. 

1  T>  LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

-D  Our  hearts  in  christian  love ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 
£  2       Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
— 3       We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
€  And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 


128 HYMN  196,  197. Select. 

e  4      When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
— But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 
o  5       This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
— 6       From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free ; 
g  And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 

Through  all  eternity.  Fawcett. 

HYMN  196.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  St.  Ann's.  [*] 

A  Marriage  Hymn. 

1   CJINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear, 

^3  To  grace  a  marriage  feast ; 
Dear  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 
e  2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 
Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favour  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 
— 3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow, 
Of  all  rich  dowries  best ; 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 
e  4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 
That  they,  with  christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burthens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 
— 5  As  Isaac  and  Rebecca  gave 
A  pattern  chaste  and  kind ; 
So  may  this  married  couple  live, 
e       And  die  in  friendship  join'd. 

6  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 
And  life's  short  space  be  o'er ; 
o  May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 

HYMN  197.  8  &  7.  Sicilian.  [*] 

A  Marriage  Hymn. 

1  (4~^  OME,  thou  condescending  Jesus  ! 
V^    Thou  hast  blest  a  marriage  feast ; 


Select.  HYMN  198. 129 

Come,  and  with  thy  presence  bless  us; 

Deign  to  be  an  honoured  guest. 
j  (  )ikv  nt  ( 'ana's  happy  \  illage, 

Thou  didst  heavenly  joy  impart; 
Though  unseen,  may  1 1 1  \  blest  image 
Be  inscribed  on  ev'ry  heart.) 
e  3  Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 

On  the  happy  pair  to  rest; 
— May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 
Make  them  now  and  ever  blest. 
4  Thou  canst  change  the  course  of  nature, 
Turning  water  into  wine  ; 
e  But  we  ask  a  greater  favour — 
May  they  be  for  ever  thine. 
— 5  Thine  by  cov'nant  and  adoption, 
Thine  by  free  and  sovereign  grace ; 
May  they,  in  each  word  and  action, 
Do  thy  will  and  speak  thy  praise. 
6  Gracious  Lord,  from  thy  free  bounty, 

Fill  their  basket  and  their  store ; 
Give  them,  with  their  health  and  plenty, 
Hearts  thy  goodness  to  adore. 
e  7  Often  from  their  happy  dwelling 
May  the  voice  of  prayer  ascend, 
For  thy  mercies  still  increasing, 
To  their  best,  their  kindest  Friend. 
— 8  Through  this  life's  tempestuous  ocean, 
Storms  are  thick  and  dangers  nigh ; 
Oh  may  constant,  pure  devotion 
Guide  them  safe  to  realms  on  high. 
e  9  When  by  death's  cold  hand  divided, 
Which  dissolves  the  tenderest  ties ; 
—By  thy  grace  again  united, 

May  they  in  thy  image  rise. 
o  10  Come,  thou  condescending  Jesus, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  songs  of  praise ; 
Come,  and  with  thy  presence  bless  us, 

Make  us  subjects  of  thy  grace.  Codman's  Col 


F 


HYMN  198.  L.  M.  Green's.  [*] 

A  Family  Hymn. 

ATHER  of  men,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace. 


130 HYMN  199,  200. Select. 

From  thee  they  sprung,  and  by  thy  hand 

Their  root  and  branches  are  sustain'd. 
e  2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 

Be  our. domestic  altars  rais'd  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  Heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 

With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 
— 3  To  thee  may  each  united  House, 

Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows ; 

Our  servants  here,  and  rising  race, 

Be  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace, 
o  4  Oh  may  each  future  age  proclaim 

The  honours  of  thy  glorious  name  ; 
g  While,  pleas'd  and  thankful,  we  remove 

To  join  the  family  above.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  199.  L.  M.  Portugal  [*] 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

1     4  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 
xjt  Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 

Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 

To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 
e  2  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ! 

Scatter  my  sins  like  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 

And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 
— 3  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 
o  4  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 

Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below : 

Praise  him  above,  angelic  host ; — 
g  Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.    Kenn. 

HYMN  200.  7s.  PleyeVs.  [*] 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

1  TVTOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 
JL  i    Now  the  morning  light  is  come ; 

Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  our  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

Help  us  labour,  help  us  pray. 


Select. HYMN  201,  202. 131 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  hound; 

Save  us  from  our  Iocs  around  ; 
Goiiu;  out,  and  coming  in, 
Keep  us  sale  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 

0  receive  us  then  at  last! 

o  Night  of  sin  will  he  no  more, 

When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore.  Hart  Col 

HYMN  201.  L.  M.  Worship.  Sicilian.  [*] 

.!n  Evening  Hymn. 

1  /^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
vJT  por  ai|  tile  blessings  of  the  light; 

Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 
And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close : 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest ; 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God,  from  w  horn  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.     Kenn. 

HYMN  202.  8s.  Bethany.  [*] 

An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  TNSPIRER  and  Hearer  of  Prayer, 

JL  Thou  Feeder  and  Guardian  of  thine ; 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 
I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 


132 HYMN  203. Select. 

o  2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 

And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 
€  3  A  sovereign  Protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand  ; 

Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 

Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 
— 4  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 

1  rest,  if  my  Saviour  be  nigh ; 

And  songs  his  kind  presence  indeed, 

Shall  in  the  night  season  supply. 
o  5  His  smiles  and  his  comforts  abound, 

His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend ; 
o  And  wells  of  salvation  surround 

The  soul  he  delights  to  defend.         Toplady. 

HYMN  203.  C.  M.  Barby.  [*] 

A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 

1   £\  N  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 

^->^  My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 
In  whom  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 

In  whom  my  wishes  end. 
e  2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys ; 
— And,  nVd  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 

The  sacrifice  of  praise. 
e  3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  thy  protection  blest, 
b  In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 

My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 
o  4  My  spirit,  in  thy  hands  secure, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For  whether  waking,  or  asleep, 

Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still, 
o  5  Then  will  I  daily  to  the  world 

Thy  wondrous  acts  proclaim  ; 
Whilst  all  with  me  shall  praise  and  sing, 

And  bless  the  Sacred  Name, 
e  6  At  morn,  at  noon,  at  night  I'll  still 

Thy  growing  work  pursue  ; 
s  And  thee  alone  will  praise,  to  whom 

Eternal  praise  is  due.  Liv.  Col. 


Select. HYMN  304. 133 

HYMN  204.  L.  P.  M.  Devotion.  [*] 

Daily  Duties.  Dependence  anil  Enjoyment.  Rom.  xiv,  8. — 
Morning  <>r  Evening. 

1  X¥7"HEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 

▼  ▼     The  morning  light  salutes  my  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  When,  to  heaven's  great  and  glorious  King, 
My  morning  sacrifice  1  bring ; 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name  : 
Then,  JESUS,  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares ; 

0  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend  : 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divine, 
And  be  thy  great  example  mine. 

4  When  pain  transfixes  every  part, 
And  languor  settles  at  the  heart ; 
When  on  my  bed,  diseas'd,  oppress'd, 

1  turn,  and  sigh,  and  long  for  rest ; 
O  great  Physician !  see  my  grief, 
And  grant  thy  servant  sweet  relief. 

5  Should  poverty's  consuming  blow 
Lay  all  my  worldly  comforts  low ; 
And  neither  help,  nor  hope  appear, 
My  steps  to  guide,  my  heart  to  cheer ; 
Lord,  pity,  and  supply  my  need, 

For  thou  on  earth  wast  poor  indeed. 

6  Should  Providence  profusely  pour 
Its  various  blessings  in  my  store ; 

O  keep  me  from  the  ills,  that  wait 
On  such  a  seeming  prosperous  state ; 
From  hurtful  passions  set  me  free, 
And  humbly  may  I  walk  with  thee. 

7  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labours  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pard'ning  mercy  richly  bless'd, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
12 


134 HYMN  205,  206. Select 

And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 

0  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

8  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labours  done, 
Jesus,  thine  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 

1  To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise.' 

HYMN  205.  C.  M.  Barby.  St.  Ann's.  [*b] 

Religion  the  One  Thing  needful. 

1  T>  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
XV  Of  mortals  here  below  ; 

May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 
Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 

Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 
Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 

Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  Oh  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ! 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 
Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 
Through  my  remaining  days ; 

And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine, 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 
Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 

And  may  I  wait,  with  strong  desire, 

To  mount  above  the  skies.  Fawcett. 

HYMN  206.  C.  M.  Devizes.  [*] 

Spring. 

HEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
And  blossoms  deck  the  spray ; 


Select. HYMN  207. 135 

And  fragrance  breatljes*  in  every  gale, 
I  low  sw  eel  the  vcfrnal  day  ! 
i    B  Mark!  lum  the  fafcther'd  warblers  sing ! 

—    'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice: 

e  Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

o      And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

— 3  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies ! 

The  showers,  with  blessings  fraught, 
Bid  virtue,  beauty,  fragrance  rise, 

And  fix  the  roving  thought. 
e  4  Then  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  Hand  that  deigns  to  bless 

The  garden,  field,  and  grove. 
g  5  That  bounteous  Hand  my  thoughts  adore, 

Beyond  expression  kind, 
Hath  better,  nobler  gifts  in  store, 

To  bless  the  craving  mind. 
e  6  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart ; 
— Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 

Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart, 
o  7  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 

Glad  nature's  cheerful  song ; 
s  And  love  and  gratitude  divine 

Attune  my  joyful  tongue.  Steele. 

HYMN  207.  8s.  Uxbridge.  [*] 

Spring. 

1  TJ  OW  sweetly,  along  the  gay  mead, 
XX  The  daisies  and  cowslips  are  seen ! 

The  flocks,  as  they  carelessly  feed, 
Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green! 

2  The  vines  that  encircle  the  bowers, 
The  herbage  that  springs  from  the  sod, — 
Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits,  and  sweet  flowers, 
All  rise  to  the  praise  of  my  God. 

e  3  Shall  man,  the  great  master  of  all, 

The  only  insensible  prove  ? 
d  Forbid  it,  fair  gratitude's  call — 

Forbid  it,  devotion  and  love, 
g  4  The  Lord,  who  such  wonders  can  raise ; 

And  still  can  destroy  with  a  nod  ; 


136 HYMN  208,  209.  Select. 

My  lips  shall  incessantly  praise — 
My  soul  shall  rejoice  in  my  God. 

'  HYMN  208.  C.  M.  Doxology.  [*] 

Summer  :  A  Harvest  Hymn. 

1  npO  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord, 

J-    My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers  : 
He  calls — and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours, 
g  2  His  cov'nant  with  the  earth  he  keeps ; 
My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing ; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 
o  3  Well  pleas'd,  the  toiling  swains  behold 
The  waving,  yellow  crop  ; 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 
e  4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 
The  seeds  of  righteousness  ; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams, 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 
o  5  Then  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 
Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop ; 
The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceed 
What  I  have  sow'd  in  hope.  Rippon. 

HYMN  209.  C.  M.  Abridge,  [b] 

Prayer  for  Rain. 

1  TVTOW  may  the  Lord  of  earth  and  skies 
-L^l    Regard  us  when  we  call ; 

'Tis  he  who  bids  the  vapours  rise, 
And  showers  abundant  fall. 

2  On  thee,  our  God,  we  all  depend, 
For  life,  and  health,  and  food  : 

Oh  make  refreshing  showers  descend, 
And  crown  the  year  with  good. 

3  The  evil  and  the  just  partake 
These  bounties  of  thy  hand ; 

Nor  will  a  God  of  love  forsake 
This  long  indulged  land. 

4  Let  grace  come  down,  like  copious  rain, 
On  Zion's  drooping  field :  ^ 

So  shall  our  souls  revive  again, 
And  fruit  abundant  yield. 


Select. HYMN  810,211. 137 

o  5  Then  smiling  nature  shall  express 
I  [er  might}  Maker's  praise  ; 
And  we,  the  children  oi  thy  grace, 
Join  her  harmonious  lays.       Burdens  Col. 

HYMN  210.  L.  M.  Psalm  91th.  [*b] 

Jtntumiu 
1  CJEE  how  brown  autumn  spreads  the  field, 
£5  Mark — how  the  wnitening  hills  are  turn'd! 
Behold  them  to  the  reapers  yield, — 
The  wheat  is  sav'd — the  tares  are  burn'd. 
e  2  Thus  the  great  Judge, with  glory  crown'd, 

Descends  to  reap  the  ripen'd  earth; 
g  Angelic  guards  attend  him  down, 
The  same  who  sang  his  humble  birth. 

3  In  sounds  of  glory  hear  him  speak, 

d  '  Go,  search  around  the  flaming  world  ; 
1  Haste — call  my  saints  to  rise,  and  take 
1 The  seats  from  which  their  foes  were  hurl'd. 

4  l  Go,  burn  the  chaff  in  endless  lire, 

*  In  flames  unquench'd  consume  each  tare  ; 

*  Sinners  must  feel  my  holy  ire, 

*  And  sink  in  guilt — to  deep  despair.' 

a  5  Thus  ends  the  harvest  of  the  earth  : — 
— Angels  obey  the  awful  voice  ; 
d  They  save  the  wheat — they  burn  the  chaff, — 
g  All  heaven  approves  the  sovereign  choice. 

HYMN  211.  C.  M.  Hymn  2d.  [b*] 

Winter. 

1   ^TERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
k3  Encircling  nature  round  ; 
p  How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 

Late  with  gay  verdure  crown'd  ! 
e  2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 
And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 

An  emblem  of  my  heart. 
3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns, 
In  night's  dark  mantle  clad  ; 
p  Confin'd  in  cold  inactive  chains — 
How  desolate  and  sad ! 
12* 


138 HYMN  212,  213. Select. 

— 4  Return,  O  blissful  Sun,  and  bring 
Thy  soul  reviving  ray ; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 
o  5  Oh  happy  state — divine  abode, 
Where  spring  eternal  reigns  ; 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains, 
g  6  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  display  ; 
My  drooping  joys  restore  ; 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winters  frown  no  more. 

HYMN  212.  CM.  Canterbury,  [b*] 

Swiftness  of  Time.     New  Year. 

1  X>  EM  ARK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 
XV  Of  the  revolving  year ; 
e  How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round ! 

How  short  the  months  appear. 
d  2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on — 
And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 
e  3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  pass 
The  swift  revolving  year  ; 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 
— 4  Waken,  O  God,  my  careless  heart, 
Its  great  concerns  to  see ; 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  thee, 
o  5  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 
If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 
To  joy  beyond  the  skies.  Doddridge 

HYMN  213.  L.  M.  Castle-Street.  [*] 

Help  obtained  of  God.     New  Year. 

1   MT^  RE  AT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 

^J  By  which  supported  still  we  stand ! 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shews  ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 


Select. HYMN  21 4. 139 

p  I  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 

Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 

By  his  incessant  bounty  ted, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 
— 3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 

The  future — all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 

And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 

Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 

AdorVl  through  all  our  changing  days, 
e  5  When  death  shall  interrupt  our  songs, 

And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
g  Our  Helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 

In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast.    RiPPorcs  coi. 

HYMN  214.  10  &  11.  Walworth.  [*] 

Goodness  of  God.     JVeio  Year. 

1  TTOUSE  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  an- 
JtjL     thems  ring, 

While  all  our  lips  and  hearts  his  graces  sing ; 

The  opening  year  his  graces  shall  proclaim, 

And  all  its  days  be  vocal  with  his  name ; 
The  Lord  is  good — his  mercy  never  ending ; 
His  blessings  in  perpetual  showers  descending. 

2  The  heaven  of  heavens  he  with  his  bounty  fills ; 
Ye  seraphs  bright,  on  ever  blooming  hills, 
His  honours  sound ;  you  to  whom  good  alone, 
Unmingled,  ever-growing,  has  been  known : 

Through  your  immortal  life,  with  love  increasing, 
Proclaim  your  Maker's  goodness — never  ceasing. 

3  Thou  earth,  enlighten'd  by  his  rays  divine, 
Pregnant  with  grass,  and  corn,  and  oil,  and  wine, 
Crown'd  with  his  goodness,  let  thy  nations  meet, 
And  lay  their  crowns  at  his  paternal  feet ; 

With  grateful  love  that  lib'ral  hand  confessing, 
Which  through  each  heart  diffuses  ev'ry  blessing. 
e  4  Zion,  enrich'd  with  his  distinguished  grace, 
Blest  with  the  rays  of  thine  EmmanuePs  face — 
Zion,  Jehovah's  portion  and  delight, 
Grav'n  on  his  hands,  and  hourly  in  his  sight, 
o  In  sacred  strains,  exalt  that  grace  excelling, 
Which  makes  thy  humble  hill  his  chosen  dwelling. 


140 HYMN  215,  216. Select. 

— 5  His  mercy  never  ends — the  dawn,  the  shade 

Still  see  new  beauties  thro'  newr  scenes  display 'd; 

Succeeding  ages  bless  this  sure  abode, 

And  children  lean  upon  their  father's  God, 
e  The  deathless  soul  through  its  immense  duration, 

Drinks  from  this  source  immortal  consolation. 
s  6  Burst  into  praise,  my  soul ;  all  nature,  join  ; 

Angels  and  men,  in  harmony  combine : 
e  While  human  years  are  measur'd  by  the  sun, 

And  while  Eternity  its  course  shall  run — 
g  His  goodness,  in  perpetual  showers  descending, 

Exalt  in  songs  and  raptures  never  ending. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  215.  C.  M.  Sunday.  [*] 

Close  of  the  Year. 

1     A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

-fX.  And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
o  Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love, 

That  shews  salvation  nigh. 
— 2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
o  Then  welcome,  each  declining  day  ! 

Welcome,  each  closing  year ! 
— 3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 

To  our  admiring  eyes. 
o  4  Ye  wheels  of  nature  speed  your  course  ; 
e       Ye  mortal  powers  decay ; 
— Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
o      Ye  bring  eternal  day.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  216.  L.  M.  Carthage,  [b] 

Importance  of  Time. 

e   1   f~\  TIME,  how  few  thy  value  weigh  : 

V^  HowT  few  will  estimate  a  day  ! 
e  Days,  months,  and  years,  are  rolling  on, 
a  The  soul  neglected — and  undone. 
— 2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 

Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys ; 

Whilst  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 

Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 


Select. HYMN  217.    141 

e  3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  rac<\ 
Your  Maker  pave  you  here  a  place  ? 

Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 

The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind? 
d  4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 

He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time  ; 

Pilgrims  on  earth  ;  but  soon  to  be — 

The  heirs  of  immortality. 
— 5  This  season  of  your  being,  know, 

Is  given  to  you  your  seeds  to  sow ; 

Wisdom's  and  folly's  differing  grain, 

In  future  worlds,  is  bliss,  and  pain, 
e  6  Then  let  me  every  day  review, — 

Idle  or  busy,  search  it  through ; 
— And,  whilst  probation's  minutes  last, 

Let  ev'ry  day  amend  the  past.  Scott, 

HYMN  217.  C.  P.  M.  Pilgrim,  [b] 

Serious  prospect  of  Eternity. 

el"       O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

J-J   'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand — 
p      Yet  how  insensible  ! 
— A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space — 
o  Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 
e      Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 
*H2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
.    And  deeply  in  my  thoughtless  heart 
Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late — 
o      Wake  me  to  righteousness. 
— 3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; — 
e  And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
— 4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here,— 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
And  to  the  end  endure ! 


142 HYMN  218,  219. Select. 

o  5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 
And  reign  with  thee  above ; 
g  Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love.  Ripports  Col. 

HYMN  218.  8  &  7.  Sicilian.  [*] 

Eternity  joyfully  anticipated. 

1  TN  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

J-  Compass'd  round  with  many  a  care, 
From  eternity  we  borrow 

Hope  that  can  exclude  despair. 

2  Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour, 
In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see ! 

0  assist  each  faint  endeavour ! 
Raise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee. 

e  3  Place  that  awful  scene  before  us 

Of  the  last  tremendous  day, — 
— When  to  life  thou  wilt  restore  us : 
o      Lingering  ages,  haste  away ! 
4  When  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorruption  shall  put  on : 
— Life  renewing,  glorious  Saviour, 

Let  thy  glorious  will  be  done.  Madan's  Col. 

HYMN  219.  C.  M.  Plymouth,  [b] 

Old  age  approaching. 

1  T^  TERNAL  God,  enthron'd  on  high  ! 
-E_J   Whom  angel  hosts  adore  ; 

Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh, 
Thy  presence  I  implore. 

2  O  guide  me  down  the  steep  of  age, 
And  keep  my  passions  cool : 

Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 

And  practise  every  rule. 
8  My  flying  years  time  urges  on, 
What's  human  must  decay ; 
e  My  friends,  my  young  companions  gone — 

Can  I  expect  to  stay  ? 
e  4  Can  I  exemption  plead,  when  death 
Projects  his  awful  dart  ? 


Select. HYMN  2 jo.  821. 143 

Can  med'eines  then  prolong  m\  breath, 

Or  virtue  shield  my  heart  ? 
— 5  Ah,  no! — then  smooth  the  mortal  hour; 

On  thee  my  hope  depends : 
Support  me  with  almighty  power, 

While  dust  to  dust  descends* 
o  6  Then  shall  my  soul,  O  gracious  God ! 

(While  angels  join  the  lay,) 
Admitted  to  the  blest  abode, 

Its  endless  anthems  pay: — 
o  7  Through  heaven,  howe'er  remote  the  bound, 

Thy  matchless  love  proclaim  ; 
g  And  join  the  choir  of  saints,  who  sound 

Their  great  Redeemer's  name.   Rippon's  Col 

HYMN  220.  C.  M.  Bishopsgate.  [b] 

Warning  to  prepare  for  Death. 

1  "\7~AIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear — 

▼     Repent ! — thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far, 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die ! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 
Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dread  account? 

3  Death  enters — and  there's  no  defence  : 
His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 

But,  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there  ! — 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls  ; — to-day, 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 

Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 

And  mercy  will  ensue.  Hart, 

HYMN  221.  CM.   Windsor,  [b] 

Death  and  Judgment  appointed  to  all.  Heb.  ix,  27. 

EAVEN  has  confirm'd  the  dread  decree, 
That  Adam's  race  must  die  : 


H 


144 HYMN  222,  223. Select. 

One  gen'ral  ruin  sweeps  them  down — 
And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2  Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 
Where  you  must  shortly  dwell ; 

e  Hark !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 
In  ev'ry  funeral  knell ! 

3  Once  you  must  die — and  once  for  all ; 
The  solemn  purport  weigh  : 

For  know,  that  heaven  or  hell  are  hung 
On  that  important  day  ! 

4  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veil'd, 
Must  wake,  the  Judge  to  see  ; 

And  ev'ry  word — and  ev'ry  thought — 

Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 
— 5  Oh  may  I  in  the  Judge  behold 

My  Saviour  and  my  Friend ; 
o  And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  222.  L.  M.  Islington.  [*] 

Desiring  to  depart  and  be  with  Christ.  Phil,  i,  23. 

1  X^THILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
▼  ▼    And  view  the  scenes  on  either  hand, 

My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay ; 

And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away, 
o  2  Come,  ye  angelic  guardians,  come, 

And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home ; 
— Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 

Source  of  my  joys  and  of  your  own. 
e  3  The  blissful  interview,  how  sweet, 

To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ; — 
o  Rais'd  in  his  arms,  to  view  his  face, 

Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace. 
— 4  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 

I'll  wait  thy  signal  for  my  flight ; 

For,  while  thy  service  I  pursue, 

I  find  my  heaven  begun  below.     Doddridge. 

HYMN  223.  C.  M.  St.  PauVs.  [b*] 

Death  welcomed  :  Heaven  anticipated. 

1     4  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

-IjL  And  let  it  faint  and  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high : — 


Select. HYMN  221. 846 

2  shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 

(That  only  bliss  tor  which  it  pants,) 
In  tin1  Redeemer's  breast* 
o  3  In  hope  of  that,  immortal  crown, 
I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
4  I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
And  take  his  exile  home. 
e  5  Oh,  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  Paradise, 
o  6  I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 

o  They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

— 7  Oh  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 

With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
8  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  and  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again, 
In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  224.  L.  M.  Carthage,  [b  *] 

Death  of  the  Sinner  and  Saint. 

1  \M7"H  AT  scenes  of  horrour  and  of  dread — 

▼  ▼    Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed ! 
Death's  terrours  all  appear  in  sight, 
Presages  of  eternal  night ! 
e  2  His  sins  in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise  ; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunders  stun  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Tormenting  pangs  distract  his  breast ; 
Where'er  he  turns  he  finds  no  rest : 

o  Death  strikes  the  blow — he  groans  and  cries — 
And,  in  despair  and  horrour — dies. 
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646 HYMN  235,  236. Select. 

— 4  Not  so  the  heir  of  heavenly  bliss  : 
His  soul  is  fill'd  with  conscious  peace ; 
A  steady  faith  subdues  his  fear ; 
He  sees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 

b  5  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  serene  ; 
No  terrours  in  his  looks  are  seen ; 
His  Saviour's  smile  dispels  the  gloom, 
And  smooths  his  passage  to  the  tomb. 

— 6  Lord,  make  my  faith  and  love  sincere, 
My  judgment  sound,  my  conscience  clear; 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  past, 
May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  last.         Fawcett. 

HYMN  225.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's.  [*] 

Infants,  living  or  dying,  in  thi  tir//:s  of  Christ. 

1  rilHY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 

JL    With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  ev'ry  word, 
Thy  love  in  ev'ry  line. 

2  With  joy  I  see  a  thousand  charms, 
Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  the  smiling  grace, 
d  3  'I  take  these  little  lambs,'  said  he, 
'  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
'Protection  they  shall  find  in  me — 
1  In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  '  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 
1  But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 

'Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
;  The  family  above. 

5  '  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise, 
1  And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 

'  I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 

'  And  hands  to  do  my  will.' 
o  6  His  words,  ye  happy  parents,  hear, 

And  shout,  with  joys  divine. 
d  '  Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are, 

1  Shall  be  for  ever  thine.'  Stennet. 

HYMN  236.  CM.  Canterbury,  [b*] 

On  the  death  of  Children,  Isa.  iv,  5. 

E  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 
Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 


Y 


Select. HYMN  MT     5f3 

Say  not,  in  transports  of  despair, 

That  all  your  hopes  are  fle  I. 
j  While,  cleaving  to  thai  darling  dust. 

In  loud  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy,  and  reverence,  view 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh, 
e  3  Though,  your  young  branches  torn  awa\. 

Like  withcrM  trunks  ye  stand  ; 
o  With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touched  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 
d   i  'I'll  give  the  mourner,'  saith  the  Lord, 
*  In  my  ov,  n  house  a  place  ; 
'No  name  of  daughters  and  of  sons 

1  Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 
5  '  Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

1 A  rising  race  can  give  ; 
1  In  endless  honour  and  delight, 
'My  children  all  shall  live.' 
— 6  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 

Through  which  thy  face  we  see ;       [hearts, 

o  And  bless  those  wounds  which,  through  our 

Prepare  a  way  to  thee.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  227.  C.  M.  Isle  of  Wight  [*] 

Death  of  a  Young  Person. 

1  XM^HEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

▼  v     By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
Oh,  may  this  truth,  impress'd 

e  W^ith  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 

Sink  deep  in  every  breast, 
e  3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb ! 
— It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour ! 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 
4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 


648 HYMN  228,  229. Select. 

o  5  Oh  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
— 6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  power  ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 

For  death's  surprising  hour.  Steele. 

HYMN  228.  C.  M.  Zion.  [*] 

Death  of  Pious  Friends.  1  Thess.  iv,  13,  14. 

1  rriAKE   comfort,   christians,   when  your 

JL    In  Jesus  fall  asleep  ;  [friends 

Their  better  being  never  ends ; 
Then  why  dejected  weep  ? 

2  Why  inconsolable,  as  those 
To  whom  no  hope  is  given  ? 

Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 
And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again, 
Victorious  from  the  dead  ; 

o  So  his  disciples  rise  and  reign, 

With  their  triumphant  head. 
e  4  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  clouds 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend  ; 
g  And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 

The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 
— 5  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 
o  The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge, 

And  earth's  foundation  shake, 
o  6  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high ; 
— The  heavenly  hosts,  with  praises  loud, 

Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 
7  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 

We  reach  the  happy  shore  ; 
o  Where  death-divided  friends,  at  last, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more.       Scotch  Par. 

HYMN  229.  C.  M.  St.  PauPs.  [b  *] 

The  Christian's  Fareicell. 

1  "V7~E  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

X    With  all  your  feeble  light  ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 


Select. HYMN  MO. 649 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 
In  brighter  dairies  array'd  ; 

My  soul  that  springs  beyond  thy  si)hcre, 
No  more  demands  thj  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  arc  but  the  shining  dust 
Of  my  divine  abode  ; 

The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 

Wnere  1  shall  see  my  (iod. 
o  4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display'; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 

With  that  unvaried  day. 
5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline, 

Amidst  those  brighter  skies, 
g  6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite ; 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 

With  infinite  delight.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  230.  8s.  Consolation.  [*] 

Death  Gain  to  a  Believer. 

1  XTOW  blest  is  our  friend — now  bereft 
XI  Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind ! 

How  easy  his  soul — that  has  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind  ? 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 
Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see ; 
No  longer  in  misery  nowT — 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 
The  war  with  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 

No  anger,  henceforward,  nor  shame, 
Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
And  passion  is  vanish 'd  away. 

3  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest ; 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breast, 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more. 
13* 


650 HYMN  231,  232. Select. 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

4  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 
By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
SeaPd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep. 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies ; 
These  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 
And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

5  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 
While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 
What  now  with  mj7  tears  I  bedew, 
Oh.  shall  I  not  ere  long  become ! 
My  spirit  created  anew — 

My  body  consigned  to  the  tomb !     Whitefield. 

HYMN  231.  L.  M.  Sicilian,  [b*] 

A  Funeral  Hymn. 

1  TTNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 

^J    Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

e  3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

o  4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ; 
Attend,  O  earth !  his  sovereign  word  ; 

o  Restore  thy  trust  —a  glorious  form — 

Call'd  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord.     Watts. 

HYMN  232.  C.  M.  Sunday.  [*] 

The  Resurrection.  1  Cor.  xv,  52 — 58. 

1  X^^HEN  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
▼  ▼     This  rending  earth  shall  shake — 


Select in  M\  833. 651 

When  op'ning  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 

And  dust  to  lite  aw  akr  ; — 

o  2  Those  bodies,  that  corrupted  fell, 

Shall  incorrupted  rise ; 
And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life, 

Immortal  in  the  skies. 
— 3  Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung, 

Is  now  at  last  fulrill'd— 
o  That  death  should  yield  his  aneient  reign, 

And,  vanquish'd,  quit  the  field, 
o  4  Let  faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 

And  thus  begin  to  sing ; 
d  *  O  grave !  where  is  thy  triumph  now  ? 

And  where,  O  Death!  thy  sting? 

5  '  Thy  sting  was  sin,  and  conscious  guilt ; 
'Tw  as  this  that  arm'd  thy  dart ; 

The  law  gave  sin  its  strength,  and  force, 
To  pierce  the  sinner's  heart. 

6  '  But  God,  whose  name  be  ever  blest ! 
Disarms  that  foe  we  dread  ; 

And  makes  us  conquerors,  when  wre  die, 

Through  Christ,  our  living  head.' 
— 7  (Then  steadfast  let  us  still  remain, 

Though  dangers  rise  around  ; 
And  in  the  work  prescribed  by  God, 

Yet  more  and  more  abound  : — 
o  S  Assured;  that  though  we  labour  now, 

We  labour  not  in  vain  ; 
But,  through  the  grace  of  heaven's  great  Lord, 

Th'  eternal  crown  shall  gain.)    Scotch  Par. 

HYMN  233.  C.  M.  Arundel  [*] 

The  Last  Tempest. 

e  1  X¥7~HEN  w  ild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 
▼  ▼    And  tempests  rend  the  skies ; 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds,  and  fire, 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; — 
o  2  Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  I'll  stand, 

And  strike  a  tuneful  song; 
d  My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
o      And  all  inspir'd  my  tongue. 


652 HYMN  234. Select. 

d  3  i  I'll  shout  aloud,  fcYe  thunders,  roll, 
'  And  shake  the  sullen  sky ; 
Your  sounding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole, 
'  In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4  '  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 
'  And  clouds  the  heavens  deform ; 

1  Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place, 
'  And  rush  the  final  storm !' 

5  Come  quickly,  blessed  Hope,  appear — 
Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly ; 

Let  angels  teil  thy  coming  near, 

And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 
o  6  Around  thy  wheels,  in  the  glad  throng, 

I'd  bear  a  joyful  part ; 
g  All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue — 

All  rapture  in  my  heart.  Byles. 

HYMN  234.  8,  7,  &  4.  Littleton.  [*] 

Christ  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  T    O,  he  comes — the  King  of  glory ! 

JLi   With  his  chosen  tribes  to  reign ; 
Countless  hosts  of  saints  and  angels 

Swell  the  mighty  conqu'ror's  train ; 
Now  in  triumph, 

Sin  and  death  are  captive  led. 
g  2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  rending — 

All  the  nations  fill'd  with  dread ! 
e  Hark  !  the  trump  of  God — proclaiming 

Through  the  mansions  of  the  dead — 
d  4  Come  to  judgment — 

'  Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man  !' 
— 3  Now  behold  the  dead  awaking ; 

Great  and  small  before  him  stand ; 
Not  one  soul  forgot,  or  missing ; 

None  his  orders  countermand  : 
a  All  stand  waiting— 

For  their  last,  decisive  doom  ! 
— 4  Hear  the  Chief  among  ten  thousand 

Thus  address  his  faithful  few  ; 
d  '  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

1  Heaven  is  prepared  for  you  ; 
1 1  was  hungry — I  was  thirsty — I  was  naked — 

'  And  ye  minister'd  to  me.' 


Select. 1I\  \I\  235.  

e  5  But  how  awful  is  the  sent*  nee, — 
d      'Go  from  me,  ye  cursed  race— 
'To  that  place  of  endless 
'Never  more  to  see  m\  face  : 

'I  was  hungry — 1  was  thirsty — I  was  naked — 

'  Ye  to  me  no  mere}  shew'xl.' 
— 6  Now  awake,  ye  slumbering  virgins, 

Trim  your  lamps;  the  bridegroom's  near: 
Let  your  loins  with  truth  he  girded, 
Signs  proclaim,  h<v'll  soon  appear: 

A I  ark  !  the  fig-tree. 
Budding,  shows  the  summer's  near, 
o  7  Jesus  save  a  trembling  sinner, 

Though  thy  wrath  o'er  sinners  roll ; 
In  this  general  wreck  of  nature, 
Be  the  refuge  of  my  soul :  [light'nings 

d  Jesus,  save  me !  Jesus,  save  me !  when  the 
Blaze  around  from  pole  to  pole. 


HYMN  235.  8,  7,  &  4.  Hehnsley.  [b*] 

The  Day  of  Judgment. 

e  1  "TAAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 
d      -LJ  Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 
e  How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 
g  2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
— You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
d       Then  shall  say,  '  This  GOD  is  mine.' 
e  Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  ! 
o  3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, — 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 
p  Careless  sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
e  4  Horrours,  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
d       *  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart ! 


654 HYMN  236. Select 

'  Thou  with  Satan 
1  And  his  angels,  have  thy  part !' 
— 5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below , 
d  He  will  say,  '  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
'  See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 

4  You  for  ever 
i  Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.' 
— 6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise : 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches- 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise : 
o  We  shall  triumph — 

g      When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze  !        Newton. 

HYMN  236.  C.  M.  Mitcham.  [*] 

Te  Deum.     A  General  Hymn  of  Praise. 

1  f\   GOD,  we  praise  thee,  and  confess, 
V>r   That  thou  the  only  Lord, 

And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  on  earth  ador'd. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 
To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 

Both  cherubim,  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry. — 

3  '  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

c  Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
*  The  wrorld  is  with  the  glory  fill'd 
1  Of  thy  majestic  sway.' 

4  Th'  apostles'  glorious  company, 
And  prophets,  crovvn'd  with  light, 

With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church,  throughout  the  world, 
O  Lord,  confesses  thee, 

That  thou  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty  : — 

6  Thy  honour'd,  true,  and  only  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  the  spring 

Of  never  ceasing  joy  ;  O  Christ, 

Of  glory  thou  art  King.  Patrick, 


Select. HYMN  837— *39. 655 

HYMN  237.    (  .  M,    St.  Ann's.    [*] 

Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  (»'"</. 
u   1    nnilK     Lord    our    God    LS    clothed     with 

J-    The  winds  obej  his  will;  [might, 

He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves — and  o'er  the  land 
With  threatening  aspect  roar! 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night  !  your  force  combine  ! 
Without  his  high  behest, 

1)  Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 
In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 

u  He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend  ; 
Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 

s  And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 

To  celebrate  our  God. H.  K.  White. 

HYMN  238.     C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b] 

The  Fall  and  its  Effects. 

p  1   Xyi/'HEN  Adam  sinned,   through   all  his 
▼  ▼     The  dire  contagion  spread  ; —     [race 
Sickness  and  death,  and  deep  disgrace 
Sprang  from  our  fallen  head. 

2  From  God  and  happiness  we  fly, 
To  earth  and  sense  confined ; 

Lost  in  a  maze  of  misery, 
Yet  to  our  misery  blind. 

3  Corruption  flows  through  all  our  veins, 
Our  moral  beauty's  gone  : 

The  gold  is  fled,  the  dross  remains : 
O  sin,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 

4  Jesus,  reveal  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  draw  our  souls  to  thee  : 

Thou  art  the  only  hiding-place 

Where  ruined  souls  can  flee,  Beddome 


HYMN  239.     L.M.    Ellentharpe.     [*] 

Justice  glorified  in  the  Display  of  Mercy. 

H  love  !  beyond  conception  great,        S 
That  formed  the  vast  stupendous  plan  - 


pjO 


656 HYMN  240. Select. 

Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 

To  reconcile  rebellious  man. 
g  2  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 

And  justice  all  her  right  maintains — 
p  Astonished  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 

While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 

3  Yes,  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too, 
In  Christ  they  both  harmonious  meet ; 
He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 

And  now  he  fills  the  mercy-seat. 

4  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God  ; 
And  such  th'  amazing  depths  of  grace, 
To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod 
The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 

s  5  With  grateful  songs,  then  let  our  souls 
Surround  our  gracious  Father's  throne  ; 
And  all  between  the  distant  poles 
His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own.  Tucker. 

HYMN  240.     7's.     Evening  Hymn.     [*] 
p  1  T¥TATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
▼  ▼     What  its  signs  of  promise  are. — 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
o       See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! — 
p  Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? — 
o  Traveller  !  yes  :  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 
2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. — 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 
e       Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  ! — 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? — 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own, 
s       See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth, 
p  3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. — 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
g  Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come.         Bowrin%. 


Select.  HYMN  841,  842. 657 

HYMN  241.    L.  M.     Atlantic.    [*] 

Star   of  lit  till  them. 

e   1   Xl^'MKN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
▼  ▼     The  glittering  host  bestua  the  sky; 

One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  ii\  the  Burner's  wandering  eye. 
o  2   Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

Prom  every  host,  from  every  gem; 

Ihii  one  alone  tin'  Saviour  speaks, 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
g  3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 

The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  hlowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 
a    1    Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

I  )eath-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
s  When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem, 
b  5  It  was  my  iiiiide,  my  light,  my  all  : 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease ; 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
s  6  Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star  ! — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  !    H.  k.  mue. 

HYMN  242.     8  &  7.     Sicilian  Hymn.     [*] 

So  tig  of  the  Angels  at  Bethlehem. 

p  1    TTARK,  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

-£X   Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
s  Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 
2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 
Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy ; 
5  "  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory ! 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high." 
e  3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found : 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven ; — 
a      Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 
4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  Great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 
14 


658 HYMN  243,  244. Select. 

s  5  "  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 
Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !"  Cawood. 

HYMN  243.     CM.     Victory.     [*] 

Nativity  of  Christ.     Luke  ii,  14. 

1   ~|VTORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

JltJL  And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
s  2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 

And  swept  the  sounding  lyre. 

3  The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  wTas  new 
To  each  angelic  tongue  : 

Swift  through  the  realms  of  light  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  rung. 

4  Down,  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 
The  pealing  anthem  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song : 

Peace  and  salvation  swell  the  note 
Of  all  the  heavenly  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat — 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  !" 

Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete ; 
Jesus  is  born  to  die.  Medley* 

HYMN  244.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*< 

Good  Tidings  of  great  Joy  to  all  People. 

o  1     A  NGELS  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
JljL  Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 
— 2  Shepherds  !  in  the  field  abiding, 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night ; 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  infant-light. 
Come,  &c. 


Select, HYMN  845,  846.  858 

— 8  Sages'  tave  your  contemplations ; 

s        Brighter  visions  beam  afar; 
Seek  the  Great   Desire  of  nations; 
Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  : 
Come,  &:c. 
p  4   Saints!   before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear: 
Come,  KC, 
5  Sinners  !  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains  : 

Come,  &c.  Montgomery. 

HYMN  245.     P.M.     Mercy.     [*] 

Epiphany. 

s   1  T>RIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of 

JL#     the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  : 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  Infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

p  2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 

g  Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

b  3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  f 
4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

s   5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid : 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  Infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Bishop  Heber. 

HYMN  246.     L.  M.     Boiven.     [*] 

The  Teaching  of  Jesus. 

p  1   TTOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
XX  From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 


660 HYMN  247,  248. Select. 

When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
§  And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came — of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers5  way ; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest !  " 

Yes  !  sacred  Teacher — we  will  come — 

Obey  thee, — love  thee,  and  be  blest ! 
e  4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  ! 

A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
s  And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way.      Bowring. 

HYMN  247.     L.  M.    Angels'  Hymn.     [*] 

Transfiguration.     Luke  ix,  28 — 31. 

— 1    f^N  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 
V>J   His  altered  face  resplendent  shines : 
And  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 
Lo,  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines. 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 
Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below  ; 
But  while  they  worship  at  his  feet, 
They  talk  of  fast-approaching  wo. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 
To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes, 
And  with  submission,  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

o  4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer, 
Where  all  his  beaming  glories  shine ; 
And  gazing  on  his  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 
5  Oh,  that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills, 
Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 
3  And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils — 
g  I  too  may  elevate  my  hands.  Colly er. 

HYMN  248.     S.  M.    Norwalk.     [b] 

He  beheld  the  City,  and  wept  over  it.     Luke  xix,  41. 

p       1   T^ I D  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 
-L'  And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye, 


Select. HYMN  849,  !5a 661 

j    I  lie  Son  01  I  ><>il  in  tears, 
Angels  \\  ith  \\ ooder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul; 

He  shed  those  tears  ior  thee. 

3  Mr  wept,  that  we  might  weep; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 

And  there's  no  weeping  there.  Beddome. 

HYMN  2-19.     L.  M.     Windham,     [b] 

(ill list  MM, 

p  1   ' r  1 1 1 S  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 

JL    The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone : 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  removed, 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 
The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
A  et  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains, 
g  Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains, 
p  That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo.    TnPPan. 

HYMN  250.     C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b] 

Christ's  J&gony  in  the  Garden.     Matt,  xxvi,  38 — 44. 

p  1  '  |~A  ARK  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground 
mJ   On  which  the  Lord  was  laid  : 
His  sweat  like  drops  of  blood  ran  down, 

In  agony  he  prayed — 
2  "  Father  !  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  will ; 
If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfill !" 
— 3  Go  to  the  Garden,  sinner  !  see 
Those  precious  drops  that  flow  : 
The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee — 
For  thee,  he  lies  so  low ! 
— 4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  Father's  will  obey ; 
14* 


662      HYMN  251,  252.  Select. 

And  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
Awake,  to  watch  and  pray. 

HYMN  251.     L.  M.     Stonefield.     [*  or  b] 

"Behold  the  Man!  " 

e  1  "OEHOLD  the  Man  !  how  glorious  he  ! 
JL3  Before  his  foes  he  stands  unawed, 
And,  without  wrong  or  blasphenvy, 
He  claims  equality  with  God. 

2  Behold  the  Man !  by  all  condemned, 
Assaulted  by  a  host  of  foes  ; 

His  person  and  his  claims  contemned, 
A  man  of  sufferings  and  of  woes. 

3  Behold  the  Man !  He  stands  alone, 
His  foes  are  ready  to  devour ;  j 
Not  one  of  all  his  friends  will  own/ 
Their  Master  in  this  trying  hour. 

4  Behold  the  Man !  He  knew  no  sin, 
Yet  Justice  smites  him  with  her  sword  : 
He  bears  the  stroke  that  else  had  been 
The  sinner's  portion  from  the  Lord. 

5  Behold  the  Man !  though  scorned  below, 
He  bears  the  greatest  name  above  ; 

The  angels  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  all  his  royal  claims  approve. 

Christian  Psalmist. 

HYMN  252.     L.  M.     Brentford.     [*] 

Christ's  Passion. 

1  nnHE  morning  dawns  upon  the  place 

JL    Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer  ; 
Through  yielding  glooms  behold  his  face, 
Nor  form,  nor  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Last  eve,  by  those  he  called  his  own 
Betrayed,  forsaken  or  denied, 

He  met  his  enemies  alone, 
In  all  their  malice,  rage,  and  pride. 
b  3  Brought  forth  to  judgment,  now  he  stands 
Arraigned,  condemned,  at  Pilate's  bar ; 
Here  spurned  by  fierce  praetorian  bands, 
There  mocked  by  Herod's  men  of  war. 
4  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn, 
Mock-homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee, 
The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn, 
The  scourge,  the  nail,  th'  accursed  tree. 


Select. HYMN  253—255. G63 

:>  Tml\  this  was  the  Son  ofGod! 
Though  in  a  servant's  mean  disguise, 
Ami  bruised  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 
Not  for  himself, — for  man  lie  dies.      Montgomery. 

""HYMN  253.     8's  k,  7's.     Greenville,     [b] 

Rejoicing  before  the  Cross. 

p   1    CJWEET  tin4  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
►3   Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
Prom  the  sinner's  (lying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  ; 

While  1  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
AN  it h  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 

Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  fully  know.       Robinson 
HYMN  254.     7's.     Tclemann's  Chant.     [*] 

The  Three  Mountains. 

a  1  X^HEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
v  T     God  descend  in  majesty, 

To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
1)  All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 
g  2  When  in  ecstasy  sublime, 

Tabor's  glorious  height  I  climb, 

In  the  too  transporting  light, 
p  Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 
— 3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 

God  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
o  Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 

Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace, 
p  4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay. 

Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away : 

Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 

Lovely,  mournful  Calvary.  Montgomery. 


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HYMN  255.     C.  M.     Stephens,     [b] 

"  This  do  in  Remembrance  of  Mc." 

F  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie ; 


664 HYMN  256,  257. Select. 

it  lenuer  tnougnts  wunin  us  ourn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  : 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 
The  gratitude  we  owe 

To  Him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  wo ! 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee  ; 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
"Meet  and  remember  me  !  " 

4  Remember  thee  !  thy  death,  thy  shame, 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share ! 

O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 

But  his  recorded  there. Noel. 

HYMN  256.     C.  M.     York.     Mentz.     [b] 

"  This  do  in  Remembrance  of  Me." 

e  1     A   C  COR  DING  to  thy  gracious  word, 
-t^-  In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee, 
g  2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 
— 3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 
Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  a°ony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
And  rest  on  Calvary, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee  : — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains 
And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 

Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 

When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 

Jesus,  remember  me. Montgomery. 

HYMN  257.     7's.     Sudbury.     [*] 

Resurrection  of  Christ.     Matt,  xxviii,  6. 

s   1   "1VTORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
J-TJL  Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 


Select. HYMN  25S,  259 G65 

Daj  of  triumph  through  the  skies — 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise. 
— 8  Christians!  drj  your  flowing  tears, 
( !hase  those  unbelieving  fears  ; 

Look  on  his  deserted  grai  e  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 
;>   ^  e  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade: 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away; 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. Collj/er. 

HYMN  258.     L.  M.     Arnheim.     [*] 

Tfie  Ascension.     Acts  i,  9. 

s   1   FT!  HE  mighty  Conqueror  leaves  the  dead, — 
-L    Jesus  the  Lord  ascends  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in." 

g  4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 
s  "  The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame  ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 
Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name." 
5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  wray." 
g  6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 
s   "The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blessed."        C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  259.     H.  M.     Haddam,     [*] 

Christ  the  King  of  Glory. 

s  1    i^  OD  is  gone  up  on  high, 

VJ  With  a  triumphant  noise  : 
The  anthems  of  the  sky 
Proclaim  th'  angelic  joys  ! 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing — 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King, 


666     HYMN  260. Select. 

~    viuu  nt  tuc  ucMi  ueiow. 
For  us  he  reigns  above : 
Let  all  the  nations  know 

The  Saviour's  conquering  love  ! 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing — 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King. 

3  All  power  to  our  great  Lord 
Is  by  the  Father  given  : 

By  angel  hosts  adored, 

He  reigns  supreme  in  heaven. 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing, — 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King. 

4  Till  all  the  earth  renewed 
In  righteousness  divine, 

With  all  the  hosts  of  God, 
In  one  great  chorus  join, — 
Join  all  on  earth,  rejoice  and  sing — 
Glory  ascribe  to  Glory's  King. 

HYMN  260.     H.  M.     Haddam.     [*] 
s  1   /^OME,  every  pious  heart 

v_y  That  loves  the  Saviour's  name* 
Your  noblest  power  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 
p  2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
a  And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 

What  he  endured,  oh,  who  can  tell ! 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 
&  3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
u  And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high  the  Saviour  God. 
e  4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve  : 
Our  hearts — our  all — to  thee  we  give  : 
The  gift  though  small,  do  thou  receive. 


Select. HYMN  Jt, ..  $63.  667 

"HYMN  261.     C.  M.     Lanesboro\     [b  or  *] 

b'.>unt<itn.      Zech.  Mil.  I , 

e  l  IFTlHERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
JL     Drawn  from  ImmaninTs  reins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  Hood 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away, 
p  3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 

l>e  saved, — to  sin  no  more. 
4  E'er  since,  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flow  ins;  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be, — till  I  die. 
s  5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

Til  sins  thy  power  to  save  ; 
g  When  this  poor,  lisping,  faltering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave.  Cowper. 

HYMN  262.     C.  M.     Stephens.     [*] 

The  .Atonement  of  CUr:st. 

1  TX  vain  we  seek  lor  peace  with  God 
J-  By  methods  of  our  own  : 

Jesus,  there's  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  brins  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threatening  of  thy  broken  law 
Impress  our  souls  with  dread  : 

If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 
it  strikes  our  spirits  dead. 

3  But  thine  illustrious  sacrifice, 
Hath  answered  these  demands, 

And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Come  down  by  Jesus'  hands. 

4  Here  all  the  ancient  types  agree, — 
The  altar  and  the  lamb ; 

And  prophets  in  their  visions  see 
Salvation  through  his  name. 

5  'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  O  Lord  : 
'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest ; 

For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 

Thy  name  for  ever  blest.    Watts* s  Sermons. 


668 HYMN  263—265. Select. 

HYMN  263.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*] 

Christ  a  Saviour. 

1   f  jiHE  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless  charms 

J-    Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
e       And  spreads  sweet  peace  around, 
d  2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow. 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all.  Steele. 

HYMN  264.     C.  M.     Peterboro\     [*] 

Christ,  "  the  Way,  the  Truth,  and  the  Life."     John  xiv,  6. 

1  npHOU  art  the  Way— to  thee  alone 

-1-    From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he,  who  would  the  Father  seek, — 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  in  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth — thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart ; 

Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life — the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life — 
Grant  us  to  know  that  Way, 

That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
WThich  lead  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  265.     7s.     Hotham.     [b] 

Christ,  the  Rock  of  Ages. 

p  1  XI  OCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
JCV  Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 


Select. HYMN  266,  267. 669 

—  B   Could  m\  i cars  for  ever  flow, 

( Oiild  m\  seal  no  languor  know , 

These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 

Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 

In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 

Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 
— 3   While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 

When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 

When  1  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 

And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

Rock  of  Ases,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee.         Weslexps  Col. 

HYMN  266.     C.  M.     Mentz.     [b] 

Christ  our  Example. 

p  1   T>EHOLD  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 
-E*   Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine, 
o  2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 
To  give  the  mourner  joy. 
To  preach  dad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 
p  3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 
A  friend  and  servant  found, 
He  washed  their  feet,  he  wiped  their  tears, 
And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 
Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 

His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life  : 
He  laboured  for  their  good. 

5  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 
Before  his  Father's  throne, 

With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

6  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 
His  image  may  we  bear ! 

Oh  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
o       His  joy  and  dory  share. 


HYMN  267.     7s.     Hothom.     fb] , 

Christ  our  Example  in  Suffering. 

1   /^1  O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

VJ  Ye  who  feel  the  Tempter's  power : 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour : 
15 


670 HYMN  268, Select, 

Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away ; 
Learn  from  him  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  See  him  at  the  judgment-hall, 
Beaten,  bound,  reviled,  arraigned  : 
See  him  meekly  bearing  all ! 
Love  to  man  his  soul  sustained ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  Christ  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  view  ; 
There  the  Lord  of  Glory  see, 

Made  a  sacrifice  for  you, 
Dying  on  th'  accursed  tree  : 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry ; 
Trust  in  Christ  and  learn  to  die. 

4  Early  to  the  tomb  repair, 
Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
Angels  kept  their  vigils  there  : 
Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 

"  Christ  is  risen  !"  he  seeks  the  skies  , 
Saviour  !  teach  us  so  to  rise.         Montgomery. 

HYMN  268.     C.  M.     Woodstock,     [b] 

Christ  precious.     1  Pet.  ii,  7. 

p  1  TTOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
-III-  In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  him,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 
Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 

Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  thee,  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath  : 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death.  Newton. 


Select. HYMN  269,  270. erf 

HYMNJ69.     H.  M.     Haddam.     [*] 
b      l     JESUS,  harmonious  Name! 
•J    It  charms  the  hosts  above: 
They  evermore  proclaim 
And  wonder  at  his  lovo  ; 
'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze ; 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 
8   His  name  the  sinner  hears, 
And  is  from  sin  set  free : 
'Tis  music  in  his  ears, 
s       'Tis  life  and  victory  : 

New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

3  Stung  by  the  monster  sin, 
p      My  poor  expiring  soul 

The  balmy  sound  drinks  in, 

And  is  at  once  made  whole  : 
See  there  my  Lord  upon  the  tree ! 
I  hear,  I  feel,  he  died  for  me. 

4  O  unexampled  love ! 
O  all-redeeming  grace ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 
To  save  a  fallen  race ! 

What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done  ? 
s       5  O  for  a  trumpet-voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call ! 

To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  him  who  died  for  all ! 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified : 
For  all,  for  all,  my  Saviour  died.  Wesley' ]s  Col 

HYMN  270.     CM.     Abridge.     [*] 

Chief  among  Ten  Thousand  ;  or  the  Excellencies  of  Christ. 

1  IVTAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
-LtjL  Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 

His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 

o  He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 


672 HYMN  271,  272. Select. 

3  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 

o  Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

HYMN  271.     CM.     St.  Martin's.     [*] 

The  Day  of  Pentecost. 

o  1  T   ET  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 
-Li  Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word, 
o  2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 
New  life  creates  within : 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 
— 3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 
And  shows  them  unto  men  ; 
The  fallen  soul  his  temple  makes, 
God's  image  stamps  again. 
s  4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
With  thy  celestial  fire  : 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 

Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire.       Cotterill. 



HYMN  272.     8  &  7.    Sicilian.     [*] 

1    TTOLY  GHOST!  dispel  our  sadness, 

-EX  Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night : 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness, 

Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light. 
3  2  Hear,  oh !  hear  our  supplication, 

Blessed  Spirit !  God  of  Peace  ! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation, 

With  th'  abundance  of  thy  grace. 

3  Author  of  our  new  creation  ! 

Bid  us  all  thine  influence  prove : 
Make  our  souls  thy  habitation  ; 

Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 

Geo.  Burdens  CqL 


I 


Select, HYMN  *73     21  o. 673 

HI  \1\  373.     S.   M.     Lisbon,     [*] 
o      l  X>LEST  Comforter  Divine! 
-1^   Let  rays  of  heavenly  lore 

Amidst  our  -loom  and  darkness  shine, 

\nd  guide  our  souls  above. 
8   Draw,  with  thy  ''still  small  voice," 
From  every  sinful  way ; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 
.Make  everj  cloud  of  care, 

And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh  fill  thou  every  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 

Great  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 

These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

"HYMN  274.    L.  M.    Alfreton.    [*] 
o  1   i^OME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Vy  With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  Guardian,  thou  our  Guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way : 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  not  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness, — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

s  4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is.  Browne. 

HYMN  275.     C .  M.     Broomsgrove.     [b  oT  *] 

To  the  Holy  Spirit. 

B  l  TjlTERNAL  Spirit!  God  of  truth! 
X_J    Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Kindle  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 
p  2  'Tis  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 
With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

]5* 


674 HYMN  276,  277. Select. 

— 3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 
Whate'er  that  sin  may  be  ; 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 
— 4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear, 
That  we  are  sons  of  God  ; 
Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 

_Th rough  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

~HYMN  276.     C.  M.    Arundel.     [*] 

J  \tlue  of  the  Scriptures. 

e   1   TTOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

JOL  By  inspiration  given  ! 
o  Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven, 
e  2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
o  Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears, 
e  3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
—     Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
o  Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. Ripporis  Col. 

HYMN  277.     CM.     Dundee,     [b  or  *] 

The   Soul, 

e   1   XI7~HAT  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 

▼  ▼     The  whole  creation  round  ? 
— That,  which  was  lost  in  paradise, 
That,  which  in  Christ  is  found. 

2  The  soul  of  man, — Jehovah's  breath  ! 
That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife  ; 

Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God,  to  reclaim  it,  did  not  spare 
His  well-beloved  Son ; 

Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 
In  earthly  vessels  frail  ? 

Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 

5  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 
This  knowledge  to  obtain, 

Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 

But  everlasting  gain.  Montgomery 


Select. HVMX  :  50. GV. 

HYMN  878.    L.  M.     Winchelsea.    [♦] 

7'/<<  Bltsmngt  qftk*  Jftw  Cowntmt. 

1  /^  ( )D.  in  the  gospel  o!"  his  Son. 

Vl*   Wakes  his  eternal  counsels  known: 
Where  love  in  all  it>  glorj  shines, 

And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here,  sinners,  of  an  humble  frame, 
May  taste  his  mace,  and  Irani  his  name; 
Ma}  read  in  characters  of  blood, 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains; 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains; 

Thr  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease; 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies ; 

Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  O  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord ! 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word  : 
Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 

And  by  its  holy  precepts  live.  Beddome 

HYALX  279.     L.  M.     Nazareth,     [b] 

Religion.     Frov.  iv.  7. 

e  1   Fin  EACH  us,  O  Lord,  the  great  concern, 
JL    To  know  thy  will,  thy  name  to  love  ; 
Our  duty  from  thy  word  to  learn, 
And  gain  the  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Religion  must  be  all  in  all, 
Would  we  th'  immortal  prize  obtain, 
Retrieve  the  ruins  of  the  fall, 

Aiil  'scape  the  death  of  endless  pain. 

3  Send  thy  iiood  Spirit,  Lord,  we  pray. 
To  sanctify  and  cleanse  our  heart ; 
May  we  repent,  believe,  obey, 

And  from  thy  service  ne'er  depart.  Lee. 

~HYMN  280.     L.  M.     Angels'  Hymn.     [*] 

Value  of  Religion. 

1   T>  ELIGION  bids  all  sin  depart, 

XX  And  folly  flies  her  chastening  rod ; 
She  makes  the  humble,  contrite  heart 
A  temple  of  the  living  God. 


676 HYMN  281—282. Select. 

e  2  Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 
Where  bright  celestial  ages  roll, 
To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 
She  points  the  way,  and  leads  the  soul. 

3  At  her  approach  the  grave  appears 
p  The  gate  of  paradise  restored  ; 

Her  voice  the  watching  cherub  hears, 
And  drops  his  double  flaming  sword. 

4  Baptized  with  her  renewing  fire, 
g  We  shall  the  crown  of  glory  gain  ; 

Rise  when  the  hosts  of  heaven  expire, 
And  reign  with  God,  for  ever  reign. 

Montgomery  altered. 

HYMN  281.     C.  M.    Bangor,     [b] 

Frailty  of  Life. 

p  1  lO  EW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo, 
-S-      O  man,  of  woman  born  ! 
Thy  doom  is  written — "  Dust  thou  art, 
And  shalt  to  dust  return !" 

2  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 
Successive  o'er  thy  head  ; 

The  numbered  hour  is  on  the  wing, 
Which  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

3  Gay  is  thy  morning  :  flattering  hope 
Thy  sprightly  steps  attends  ; 

But  soon  the  tempest  howls  behind, 
And  the  dark  night  descends  ! 

4  Before  its  splendid  hour,  the  cloud 
Comes  o'er  the  beam  of  light ; 

A  pilgrim  in  a  weary  land, 
Man  tarries  but  a  night. 

~HYMN  282.     S.  M.     Olmutz.     [*] 

Uncertainty  of  Life. 

a       1   mO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine  ! 
-S-    Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand  : 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

—  2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away; 
Oh  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

—  3  Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 


Select. HYMN  883,  m. 677 

Aw  aken,  bj  thj  might}  pow er, 
The  aged  and  the  youn :. 
—    -i  One  thing  demands  our  care — 
Be  thai  one  thing  pursued  : 
Lest*  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
should  never  be  renew  ecL 
b       5  To  Jesus  may  we  flj , 

Sw  ifi  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

Doddridge  altered. 

HYMN  2S3.     L.  M.     Dresden,     [b] 

Vanity  of  the  World,  and  Happiness  of  Heaven. 

p  1   TJO\V  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies! 
JLL  How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this. 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour  ! 

3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 
And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 

There  is  a  land  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain, 
b  4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears  : 
If  God  be  ours,  we're  travelling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

HYMN  284.     C.  M.     Tolland.     [*] 

Seek  first  the  Kingdojn  of  God. 

s    1  1VTOW  let  a  true  ambition  rise, 
-L^l    And  ardor  fire  our  breast, 
To  reign  in  worlds  above  the  skies, 
In  heavenly  glories  drest. 

2  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 
A  radiant  crown  display, 

Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine, 
While  stars  and  suns  decay. 

3  Away,  each  grovelling,  anxious  care, 
Beneath  a  Christian's  aim  ; 

We  spring  to  seize  immortal  joys, 
In  our  Redeemer's  name. 


678 HYMN  285,  286. Select. 

4  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

The  glorious  prize  pursue  ; 
Nor  fear  the  want  of  earthly  good, 

While  heaven  is  kept  in  view. 

HYMN  285.     S.  M.     Lisbon.     [*] 

The  Unrighteous  excluded  from  Heaven. 

e       1    /^  AN  sinners  hope  for  heaven, 
V^   Who  love  this  world  so  well ; 
Or  dream  of  future  happiness, 
While  in  the  road  to  hell  ? 

2  Shall  they  hosannas  sing, 
With  an  unhallowed  tongue  ; 

Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
Which  does  its  neighbor  wrong  ? 

3  Can  sin's  deceitful  way 
Conduct  to  Zion's  hill ; 

Or  those  expect  with  God  to  reign 
Who  disregard  his  will  ? 
o      4  Thy  grace,  O  God,  alone 
Can  a  good  hope  afford  ! 
The  pardoned  and  renewed  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. Pratt's  Col. 

HYMN  286.     L.  M.    Munich,    [b] 

The  Value  of  a  Moment. 

el     AT  every  motion  of  our  breath, 

■j-jL  Life  trembles  on  the  brink  of  death  ; 
A  taper's  flame  that  upward  turns, 
While  downward  to  the  dust  it  burns. 

2  A  moment  ushered  us  to  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  commonwealth  of  earth ; 
Moment  by  moment,  years  are  past, 
And  one  ere  long  will  be  our  last. 

3  'Twixt  that,  long-fled,  which  gave  us  light, 
And  that  which  soon  shall  end  in  night, 
There  is  a  point  no  eye  can  see, 

Yet  on  it  hangs  eternity. 

4  This  is  that  moment, — who  shall  tell 
Whether  it  leads  to  heaven  or  hell  ? 
This  is  that  moment, — as  we  choose, 
The  immortal  soul  we  save  or  lose. 

5  Time  past  and  time  to  come  are  not, 
Time  present  is  our  only  lot ; 

O  God,  henceforth  our  hearts  incline 

To  seek  no  other  love  than  thine  !  Montgomery, 


Select.  HYMN  &81     >:■».   879 

HI  \l.\  B87.     s.  M.     Olmutz.    [*] 

-    l.-.-titS  of'  Lift   ami   Dititli. 

OW  HERE  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  w  eary  soul  ? 

'Twere  rain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole : 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh; 
'  Tis  not  the  w  hole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  rale  of  tears, 
There  is  a  lite  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love  : — 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath ; 

Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  "  the  second  death  I" 
g       5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone.  Montgomcrif. 

HYMN  288.     C.  M.    Dundee,     [b] 

Treasurinir  up  Wrath. 

e  1  TTNGRATEFULman!  Oh  whence  this 

*J    Of  long-extended  grace  ?  [scorn 

And  whence  this  madness,  that  insults 

Th'  Almighty  to  his  face  ? 
2  Is  all  the  treasured  wrath  so  small, 

You  labor  still  for  more  ; 
Though  not  eternal  rolling  years 

Can  e'er  exhaust  that  store  ? 
s  3  Swift  will  the  day  of  vengeance  come, 

Which  must  your  sentence  seal ; 
g  And  righteous  judgment,  now  unknown, 

In  all  its  wrath  reveal. 
p  4  Alarmed  and  melted  at  his  voice, 

Your  conquered  heart  shall  bow ; 
g  But,  to  escape  the  vengeance  then, 

Embrace  the  Saviour  now. 

HYMN  289.     H.  M.     Haddam,     [b  or  *] 
c       1  XTI^HEN  frowning  death  appears, 
▼  v     And  points  his  fatal  dart, 


680 HYMN  290,  291. Select. 

What  dark  foreboding  fears 

Distract  the  sinner's  heart ! 
The  dreadful  blow  But  torn  away 

No  arm  can  stay,  He  sinks  to  wo. 

2  Now  every  hope  denied, 
Bereft  of  every  good, 

g       He  must  the  wrath  abide 
Of  an  avenging  God  : 
No  mercy  there  Nor  wipe  the  tear 

Will  greet  his  ear,  Of  black  despair, 

s       3  Sinners,  awake,  attend, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come ; 
Make  Christ,  the  Judge,  your  friend, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  home. 
His  mercy  nigh,  That  leads  from  death 

Now  points  the  path,  |    To  jovs  on  high.  Lee. 
HYMN  290.     S.  M.    Nonvalk.     [bj 

Anticipation  of  the  Judgment. 

g       1  TTOW  will  my  heart  endure 
XX  The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge, 
Astonished  shrink  away ! 
—    2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead  : 
Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  : 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  our  head.       Doddridge. 

HYMN  291.     S.  M.     Yarmouth,     [b] 

The  Harvest  past. 

g       1   T  SAW  beyond  the  tomb, 
X  The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 
a       2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 
Burned  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 


t.  HYMN  292,  293. 681 

S  ^  e  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 
While  vet  'tis  culled  to-day; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death, 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 
The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon  your  injured,  angr}  God 

Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more.  Dwight. 

HYMN  292.     L.  M.     Winchelsea.     [b  or 

77/ «   Watchful  Senmtt.     Lake  xii,  38,  39. 

8   1     \  WAKE,  awake,  each  sluggish  soul! 
-t*-  Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun ! 

See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 

Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 
e  2   Death  !  'tis  an  awful,  solemn  sound  ! 


41 


Oh  mav  it  wake  the  slumbering  ear 


Apace  the  dreadful  conqueror  conies, 
With  all  his  pale  companions  near. 
3  Soon  will  he  close  all  drowsy  eyes, 
Nor  shall  we  hear  these  warnings  more ; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach ; 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door, 
g  4  To-day,  attend  his  gracious  voice  ! 
This  is  the  summons  which  he  sends — 
"  Awake  !  for  on  this  passing  hour, 
Thy  long  eternity  depends."       Heginbotham. 
HYMN  293.     L.  M.     Nazareth.     [*  or  b] 

The  Sinner  hastened. 

b  1    TTASTEN,  O  sinner !  to  be  wise, 

11  And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Oh  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  evening  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner !  to  return, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner !  to  be  blest, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun.  Pratfs  Col. 

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682  HYMN  294,  295.  Select 

HYMN  294.     H.  M.     Haddam.    [b] 

"  Yet  there  is  Room.'"     Luke  xiv,  22. 

e       1  "^V^E  dying  sons  of  men, 

JL    Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
o       The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come ; 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 
—     2  No  longer  now  delay, 
Nor  vain  excuses  frame  : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready,  sinner,  come ; 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word 
His  messengers  proclaim ; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name  : 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come  ; 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Compelled  by  bleeding  love, 
Ye  wandering  souls,  draw  near, 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear  ! 

Let  whosoever  will,  now  come  : 

In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room.     Boden 

HYMN  295.     C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b  or  *] 

God's  Command  to  all  Men  to  repent.     Luke  xiii,  3. 

e  1  X>  EPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

XX  No  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies,  — 

And  meets  a  fiery  day. 
2  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 

Nor  trifle  with  the  grace, 
g  3  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar : 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 

And  turns  to  vengeance  there, 
p  4  Amazing  love, — that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days ! 
Our  hearts  subdued  by  goodness  fall, 

And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 


Select. HYMN  296,  297. 683 

HYMN  296.     Chaplin.     Amsterdam,     [b] 

At iinn  ?s  A 

e       l   CJ  TOP,  poor  sinner  1  slop  and  think, 
k3   Before  you  farther  go  ! 

\\  ill  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  c\  erlastmg  wo  ! 
Oner  again  1  charge  you,  stop! 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware,  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake  ! 
g       9  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day 

When  his  judgment  shall  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 
3  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel ; 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face."  Newton, 

HYMN  297.     L.  M.     Germany,     [b  or  *] 

"  Renounce  thy  Sins." 

o  1  ""DENOUNCE  thy  sins,"  the  gospel  cries. 
XV  And  pant  t'  embrace  a  fairer  prize  ; 

A  heaven  of  joys  before  thee  waits, 

Then  take  the  road  to  Zion's  gates, 
p  2  "  Renounce  thy  sins,"  the  watchmen  cry, 

Believe — and  you  shall  never  die  ; 
g  Fair  robes  of  glory  wait  above 

For  all  the  heirs  of  bleeding  love. 

3  "  Renounce  thy  sins,"  God's  children  cry, 
Repent — and  soar  to  worlds  on  high, 
Where  streams  of  living  waters  roll, 
And  ceaseless  bliss  absorbs  the  soul. 

4  "  Renounce  thy  sins,"  thy  reason  cries, 
Break  from  your  heart  these  hateful  ties, 
Enlist  a  soldier  of  the  Lamb, 
And  joy  t'  exalt  the  Saviour's  name. 


684 HYMN  298,  299. Select. 

HYMN  298.     L.  M.    Bowen.     [b  or  *] 

Jesus  a  Guest.     Rev.  iii,  20. 

e  1  T>EHOLD  the  Saviour  at  thy  door, 

-D   He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  ; 

Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still, — 

You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
a  2  O  lovely  attitude  ! — he  stands 

With  melting  heart,  and  outstretched  hands ! 

0  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

b  3  Admit  him  ; — for  the  human  breast, 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest  ; 
Admit  him  ; — or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  his  door  denied  you'll  stand. 

— 4  "  Open  my  heart,  Lord,  enter  in, 
Slay  every  foe,  and  conquer  sin  : 

1  now  to  thee  my  all  resign, 

My  body,  soul,  and  all  are  thine." 

HYMN  299.     7s!     Evening  Hymn,     [b] 

"  Why  will  ye  die?  0  House  of  Israel .'"     Ezek.  xviii,  31. 

e  1   C<  INNERS  !  turn— why  will  ye  die  ? 
^3  God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  : 

God,  who  did  your  being  give — 

Made  you  with  himself  to  live  : 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 

Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands : 

Why,  O  thankless  creatures  !  why 

Will  ye  spurn  his  love,  and  die  ? 
o  2  Sinners  !  turn — why  will  ye  die  ? 

God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why : 

He  who  his  own  life  did  give, 

That  ye  might  for  ever  live  : 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 

Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  O  ransomed  sinners,  why 

Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 
b  3  Sinners  !  turn — why  will  ye  die  r 

God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why : 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove — 

Moved  you  to  embrace  his  love — 

Will  ye  not  his  love  receive  ? 

Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

Why,  O  long-sought  sinners,  why 

Will  ye  grieve  your  God  and  die  ?         Wesley 


Select. HYMN  300—302. 685 

1 1 YMN  300.     7s.    Evening  Hymn,    [b  or  *1 
e  1  "       ET  the  beasts  their  breath  resign, 
J-J  Strangers  to  the  life  divine; 
W  ho  their  ( iod  can  never  know, 

1  «e1  their  spirit  <low  nw  aurd  go. 
o  ^  on  lor  higher  ends  were  bora: 

You  may  all  to  (Iod  return : 
Dwell  vrith  him  above  the  sky: 
Why  will  ye  lor  ever,  die  ? 
e  2  What  could  your  Redeemer  do, 
More  than  he  hath  done  tor  you? 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God,- 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  ? 
Alter  all  his  flow  of  love, 
All  his  drawings  from  above, 
Why  will  ye  your  Lord  deny  ? 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ?  Wesley* a  Col. 

HYMN  301.     7s.     Pilgrim,     [b  or  *] 
s   1    CJ INNER !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
k3   Wake — and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead  ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  living  path : 
Watchful  tread  that  path  ;  be  wise  ; — 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 
Life  secure  without  delay, 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

1  Be  not  blind,  and  foolish  still, 

Called  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will : 

Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 

Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  liiiht.  Epis.  Col. 

HYMN  302.     S.  M.     St.  Thomas,     [b] 

The  accepted  Time.     2  Cor.  vi,  2. 

1  1VTOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
JLl    Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 

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686 HYMN  303. Select. 

To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 

Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 
3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room.  DobelL 

HYMN  303.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [b  or  *] 

Sinners  invited  to  Christ.     Matt,  xi,  28 — 30. 

o  1    /^  OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched  ; 
^<y   This  is  your  accepted  hour : 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
e      Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power ; 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more  ! 
o  2  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 
3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  the  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you  : 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam, 
e  4  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 
5  Lo.  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good, 
s  6  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  : 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same.  Hart. 


Select HYMN  304,  305. 687 

HYMN  304.     8,7,&4.     Calvary.     [*] 

o   1    TTKAR,  0  sinner!   mercy  hails  you, 
XX  Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 


e 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Trust  in  Jesus, — 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

o  8   Haste,  O  sinner!  to  the  Saviour, — 
Seek  bis  mercy  while  you  may; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away! 

Haste  to  Jesus, — 
You  must  perish,  if  you  stay. 

HYMN  305.     12s.     New  Jerusalem.     [*] 

Free  Grace. 

o   1    f  1 1HE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "Escape  to  tfre 
JL         mountain :" 
For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain : 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 

CHORUS. 

s    Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair  ; 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy — and  can  you  forbear  1 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them — it  flows  from  the  fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victorious : 
With  shouting  proclaim  it — oh  trust  in  his  passion, — 
He  saves  us  most  freely — oh  precious  salvation  ! 

4  Our  Jesus  his  name  now  proclaims  all  victorious ; 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious; 
To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him  the  more  ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever.  ,™       , 


688 HYMN  306,  307. Select. 

HYMN  306.     7s.     Evening  Hymn,     [b  or  *] 

Matt,  xi,  28. 

o     1    f~^  OME,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 
V^    All,  who  feel  your  heavy  load  : 

Jesus  calls  the  wanderers  home ; 

Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God  : 

Come,  ye  guilty  souls  oppressed, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call : 

"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest : 

Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 
e     2  Jesus, — full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  thy  kindest  call  obey, 

Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away  : 

Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 

Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 

Weary  of  a  wretched  life, 
p     3  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 

Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God, 
o     Lo,  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  thou  art ; 

Now  our  weary  souls  release, 

Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 
Village  Hymns, 

HYMN  307.     L.  M.    Munich.    [*] 

"  Return  unto  me." 

o  1  T>  ETURN,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 

JCV  And  seek  thine  injured  Father's  face : 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ! 
e  He  hears  thy  deep  repentant  sigh : 

He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  : 
Go  to  his  feet ;  and  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

s   4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 
And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear : 
Thy  Father  calls — "No  longer  mourn  !" 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near.    Collyer. 


Select. I  h  M  \  308—310. 689 

HYMN  308.    C.  M.     Dundee,    [b] 

M      M       \l.    96 

l     I  LL  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin, 

jlJl  And  fear  eternal  wo. 
You  Christ  invites  to  enter  in — 

This  hour  to  Jesus  go  ! 

%  He  by  his  own  alminhtx  word, 

\\  ill  all  your  fears  remoi  e  : 
For  cvin   wound  his  precious  blood 
A  sovereign  halm  shall  prove. 
o  3  His  conquering  grace  shall  set  you  free 
From  sin's  oppressive  chains, 
From  Satan's  hateful  tyranny, 
And  everlasting  pains. 
b  4  Come,  then,  ye  heavy-laden — come ! 

His  instant  help  implore  : 
e  Millions  have  found  a  peaceful  home — 
s       There's  room  for  millions  more.  Prattfs  Col. 

HYMN  309.     8  &  7.     Sicilian  Hymn.     [*] 

A  Fountain  opened  for  Sin  and  Unclearuiess. 

g   1   f^OME  ro  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

V>   Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all. 
e  2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind  ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find. 
3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever ; 

'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood : 
God  is  faithful: — God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood.     Montgomery. 

HYMN  310.     L.  M.     Angels  Hymn.     [*] 

';  Take  not  thy  Hohj  Spirit,"  &c.     Ps.  li,  11. 

e   1    CJTAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

k3  Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

— 2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all,  whoe'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved, — 


690 HYMN  311,  312. Select. 

p  3  Yet  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 

1  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

— 4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes ; 
Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 
And  bless  me  with  the  calm  repose. 

— 5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ! 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land.  C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  311.     CM.     Canterbury,     [b] 

The  Penitent. 

p  1  "OROSTRATE,  O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 
-II      A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow7. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead, 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 

No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 
And  all  my  sins  forgive ; 

Then  Justice  will  approve  the  word 

That  bids  the  sinner  live.  Stennett. 

HYMN  312.     CM.     Dedham.     [b  or  *] 

u  O  save  me  for  thy  Mercies'  Sake." — Ps.  vi,  4. 

p  1  1VFERCY  alone  can  meet  my  case  : 
JjrJL  For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry : 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  show  thy  face 
In  mercy,  or  I  die. 

2  Save  me, — for  none  beside  can  save  , 
At  thy  command  I  tread, 

With  failing  steps,  life's  stormy  wave ; 
—     The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 

3  I  perish,  and  nw  doom  were  just ; 
But  wilt  thou  leave  me  ?     No  • 


gtetect.  HYMN  Srfr,  :i  U G91 

1  hold  thee  fast,  m\  hope,  m\  trust  : 
I  w  ill  not  let  thee  go. 

g    1    Still  sure  to  me  thy  promise  stands. 
And  ever  must  abide  : 
Behold  it  written  on  thy  hands, 

And  graven  in  thy  side. 
5  To  this,  this  only  will  I  cleave  : 

Thy  \n  ord  is  all  my  plea  : 
That  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe: 
—     Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me  !       Montgomery 

HYMN  313.     CM.     Funeral  Hymn,     [b] 

For  Pardon,  Holiness,  and  Hctimi. 

p  1    DINNERS  of  Adam's  fallen  race, 

^   Sinners  by  practice  too, 
In  prayer,  O  God,  we  seek  thy  face, 

In  prayer  for  mercy  sue. 
— 2  No  trembling  penitent  to  thee 

E'er  turned,  and  was  denied  : 
Accept,  O  Lord  !  our  only  plea  ; 

For  us  thy  Son  hath  died, 
o  3  For  him,  thy  gift,  thy  name  we  bless : 

To  us,  for  whom  he  died, 
Through  faith  impute  his  righteousness, 

And  we  are  justified. 
— 4  Nor  rest  we  here,  thou  God  of  love  ! 

May  we,  for  whom  he  died, 
Receive  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

And  thus  be  sanctified. 
5  At  length  made  holy,  just,  forgiven, 

Through  Christ  who  for  us  died, 
May  we,  exchanging  earth  for  heaven, 

With  him  be  glorified.         Alexander's  Col 

HYMN  314.     7s.     Hotham.     [*] 

Choosing  the  Heritage  of  God's  People. 

o  1  T>EOPLEofthe  living  God, 

JL      I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns,  a  fugitive  unblessed  ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
O  receive  me  into  rest ! 


692 HYMN  315,  316. Select. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 

Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave ; 

Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 

Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign.  Montgomery. 

HYMN  315.     C.  M.    Broomsgrove.     [*] 

Social  Dedication  to  God. 

s   1  T>EING  of  beings,  God  of  love! 
J3  To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise, 
e  2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  want  to  be ; 
Our  sacrifice  receive ; 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 
s  3  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  the  Saviour's  love 
Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ; 
So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Christ,  in  God.        C  Wesley 


HYMN  316.     C.  M.    Arundel     [*] 

"  Hinder  me  not."     Gen.  xxiv,  56. 

1  ~|~N  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
J-  My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 

"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 

"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 
I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 

"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
My  joyful  cry  shall  be, 

"  Hinder  me  not ;"  come,  welcome  death  ; 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee.  Dr.  Ryland. 


Select. HYMN  317,  318. 693 

HYMN  317.     L.  M.     Blendon.     [*] 

Folloirinir  JmUB  us  thr  Fun  ruruu  r 

o  l     rESUS,  m\  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
•9    He  whom  I  \\\  m\  hopes  upon; 

I  lis  truck  1  see.  and  I'll  pursue 

The  narrow  w  a\  till  him  1  view. 
—J   The  wav  the  holy  prophets  Went, 

Hie  \\a\   that  leads  from  banishment, 

The  Kind's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  tor  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
— 3  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought, 

And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 

My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 

Oppressed  with  unbelief  and  sin. 
— 4  The  more  I  strove  against  their  power, 

1  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give  ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 
s  6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God."  Cennick 

HYMN  318.     C.  M.     Stephens.     [*] 

"  Help.  Lord'' 

e   1   /^|H  help  us,  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 
Vjt   Thy  heavenly  succour  give  : 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 
More  firmly  to  believe  ; 

For  still  the  more  thy  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

3  If,  strangers  to  thy  fold,  we  call, 
Imploring  at  thy  feet, 

The  crumbs  that  from  thy  table  fall, 
'Tis  all  we  dare  entreat. 

4  But  be  it,  Lord  of  mercy,  all, 
So  thou  wilt  grant  but  this  ; 

The  crumbs  that  from  thy  table  fall, 
Are  light,  and  life,  and  bliss. 
17 


694 HYMN  319,  320. Select. 

5  Oh  help  us,  Jesus  !  from  on  high  ; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee : 
Oh  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 

As  thine  in  heaven  to  be.  Milman. 

HYMN  319.    C.  M.     Woodstock,    [b] 

The  Fulness  of  Redemption. 

1  TTIOW  shall  my  soul  find  rest  in  heaven, 
-Tl  Th'  eternal,  blest  abode  ? 

When,  "  without  holiness,  no  man 
Shall  see  the  holy  God." 

2  Though  I  have  nothing  of  my  own, 
To  form  that  heavenly  dress ; 

Jesus  has  wrought,  and  gives  to  me, 

The  robe  of  righteousness, 
o  3  Hear  thou,  my  soul,  his  teaching  voice  ; 

With  wise  endeavour,  still, 
Observe  the  guiding  of  his  eye, 

And  precepts  of  his  will. 

4  Then  shall  the  robe  thy  Saviour  wrought, 

The  ransom  he  has  given, 
Be  made  thy  title  to  the  rest 
'    Prepared  for  saints  in  heaven. 

HYMN  320.     S.  M.     Watchman.     [*] 

Salvation  by  Grace,  from  the  first  to  the  last. 

s       1   (^  RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ; 

VJ  Harmonious  to  the  ear! 
u  Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
s       2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

—     3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 
4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days  ; 
u  It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  the  praise.  j)0ddridg€ 


Select. HYMN  321,  322. 695 

HI  MN  321.     P.  M.    Bingham,    [b  or  *] 

I'xirtiiin  us.      Murk    \.    IT.    I- 

p  i  "TirKKCY,  0  thou  Son  ol*  David!" 

JL.TA  Tims  blind  Bartimeus  prayed; 

Others  l>\  the  \n ord  arc  saved, 
o  Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid: 

Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 
o  Bui  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
c  Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
o  "Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 
e  2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 

But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 

Alms,  which  none  but  he  could  give  : 
o  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"  Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day ;" 

Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 

Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 
s  3  Oh !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around ; 

"Friend,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 

"  What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  : 

u  Oh !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him  ; 

"  And  wrould  be  advised  by  me  ! 

"  Surely  would  they  hasten  to  him, 

"  He  would  cause  them  all  to  see."     Newton. 

HYMN  322.     C.  M.     Warwick.     [*] 

"  Herein  is  Love."     1  John  iv,  10. 

s   1  "VT'E  saints,  assist  me  in  my  song — 
A     Let  all  your  passions  move  : 
To  Jesus  all  the  notes  belong — 
I  sing  redeeming  love. 
e  2  Around  the  circle  of  his  friends, 
His  tender  passions  move  : 
And  while  he  lived,  his  constant  theme 
o       Was  still  redeeming  love, 
p  3  Gently  he  raised  his  sacred  hands, 
Before  his  last  remove  : 
And  the  last  whispers  of  his  tongue 

Sighed  forth  redeeming  love. 
4  Through  life's  wide  waste,  with  weary  feet, 

In  darkness  I  may  rove  ; 
But  never  can  my  heart  forget 
Redeeming,  dying  love. 


696 HYMN  323,  324. Select. 

— 5  Oh  that  before  his  sacred  throne, 
I  all  its  sweets  may  prove : 
Still  as  my  pleasures  rise,  my  song 

Shall  be  redeeming  love.  Collyer. 

HYMN  323.     C.  M.     Stamford.     [*] 

Luke  xv,  10. 

p  1   /^H,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 
v>J  When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns ! 
s  2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 
o  3  Well  pleased  the  Father  sees  and  hears 
The  conscious  sinner's  moan ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 
s  4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 
But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
"  The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing. 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre.        Needham. 

HYMN  324.     C.  M.     Abridge.     [*] 
s    1  f\  HAPPY  soul  that  lives  on  high, 
V/  While  men  lie  grovelling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 

And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 
2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 
e  3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 

His  God  in  secret  sees  ; 
s  Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 
Beyond  this  world  of  time, 

Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne, 
To  raise  his  figure  here, 

Content  and  pleased  to  live  alone, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear.  Watts. 


Select.     HYMN  325,  326. 697 

in  \l\  .;_>;>.    C.  M.     Lanesboro\    [*] 

o  l  riiHRICE   happy   souls,    who,   born    of 
JL    While  vet  they  sojourn  hero,  [heaven, 
e  Humbly  begin  their  days  with  God, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

3  So  may  our  eves  with  holy  zeal 
Prei  mit  the  daw  ning  day  ; 

And  turn  the  sacred  pages  o'er, 
\nd  praise  thy  name  and  pray. 
e  3  Midst  hourh  cares  may  love  present 
lt>  Incense  to  th\  throne ; 
And,  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

4  At  night  we  lean  our  weary  heads 
On  thy  paternal  breast; 

And,  safely  folded  in  thine  arms. 

Resign  our  powers  to  rest. 
o  5  In  solid,  pure  delights,  like  these, 

Let  all  my  days  be  past ; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 

Nor  shall  I  fear  the  last.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  326.     C.  M.     Broomsgrove.     [*] 

Christian  Love. 

p  1  TTOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

JCX  When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 

And  so  fulfill  his  word  ; — 
— 2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart; — 
3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 

And  show  a  brother's  love, 
b   1  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 

In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 

And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven,  who  finds 

His  bosom  glow  with  love.  Swain. 

17  * 


698 HYMN  327—329. Select. 

HYMN  327.     S.  M.    Lisbon.     [*] 

Exhortation  against  Sectarian  Spirit. 

1  T   ET  party  names  no  more 

JLi  The  Christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Let  envy  and  ill  will 
Be  banished  far  away  ; 

And  all  in  Christian  bonds  unite, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above  ; 

Where  no  discordant  sounds  are  heard, 
p  But  all  is  peace  and  love.  Beddome. 

HYMN  328.     C.  M.    Archdale.     [*] 

The  Unitxj  of  the  Spirit  in  the  Bond  of  Peace. 

g  1   rjlHE  earth,  the  ocean,  and  the  sky, 
JL    To  form  one  world  agree  ; 
Where  all  that  walk,  or  swim,  or  fly, 
Compose  one  family. 
— 2  God  in  creation  thus  displays 
His  wisdom  and  his  might, 
While  all  his  works  with  all  his  ways 
Harmoniously  unite. 

p  3  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 

One  fellowship  of  mind, 
o  The  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 
4  Here,  in  their  house  of  pilgrimage, 

Thy  statutes  are  their  song ; 
There,  through  one  bright,  eternal  age, 

Thy  praises  they  prolong.         Montgomery. 

HYMN  329.     C.  M.     Tolland.     [*] 

The  Church  Militant  learning  the  Church   Triumphant' s  Song. 

o   1    CJING  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
^  Around  th'  eternal  throne, 


Select.   HYMN  330. G99 

Of  ever3  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 

\  multitude  unknown. 
8    Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here; 

To-day,  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  Ids  flock  appear 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 
p  3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 
On  earth  tin1  pilgrims'  throng; 
A  et  learn  we,  in  our  low  estate, 
o      The  church  triuxnphant's  song, 
s  4  Worthy  the  Land)  for  sinners  slain, 
Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
Blessiim  and  honour  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 

5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save : 

Henceforth,  O  Death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
Thy  victory,  O  Grave  ? 

6  Then,  hallelujah  !  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given ; 

May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 

Renew  the  strain  in  heaven.     Montgomery. 

HYMN  330.     S.  M.    Shirland.    [*] 

Vital  Union  to  Christ  in  Rrgencration. 

e       1   X^EAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 
JL^  By  everlasting  bonds  ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign; 
Our  souls  are  in  thy  hands. 
2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave, 
AYith  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 
o       3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head  ; 
Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 
From  these  abodes  of  clay  : 

But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
Why  should  we  doubt  and  fear  ? 

If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 

He'll  fix  his  members  there.    Doddridge. 


700 HYMN  331,  332. Select. 

HYMN  331.     L.  M.    Atlantic,     [*] 

Rising  to  God. 

o  1   TVTOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
-L  l    Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

s  4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 
5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 
Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below.  Gibbons. 


HYMN  332.     8  &  7.     Smyrna,     [b  or  *l 

Forsaking  all  for  Christ. 

1  TESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
J    All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be ; 

Perish  every  fond  ambition, 
All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care, 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear ; 

Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 
Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 

Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 

Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 


Select. :.  :.. 701 

Soon  shall  close  thj  earthl}  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  th\  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 
Montgomery. 

HYMN  333.     7s.     Pilgrim,     [b  or  *] 

Welcoming  the  Cross. 

o   1   '  r¥llS  my  happiness  below, 

JL    Not  to  love  without  the  cross; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 
9  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 
3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there.         Cowper. 

HYMN  334.     L.  M.     Brentford,     [b] 

Tho  Influence  of  the    World  d&plorod. 

e   1    f~\  H  !  from  the  world's  vile  slavery, 
V>r    Almighty  Saviour,  set  me  free  ; 

And  as  my  treasure  is  above, 

Be  there  my  thoughts  and  there  my  love, 
p  2  But  oft,  alas !  too  well  I  know, 

My  thoughts,  my  love,  are  fixed  below  ; 

In  every  lifeless  prayer  I  find 

The  heart  unmoved,  the  absent  mind. 

3  Oh !  what  that  frozen  heart  can  move, 
Which  melts  not  at  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
What  can  that  sluggish  spirit  raise, 
Which  will  not  sing  the  Saviour's  praise  ? 

4  Lord,  draw  my  best  affections  hence, 
Above  this  world  of  sin  and  sense  ; 

s  Cause  them  to  soar  beyond  the  skies, 

And  rest  not,  till  to  thee  they  rise.     Cottcrill. 

HYMN  335.     C.  M.     Canterbury.     [h]~ 

The  Power  of  Faith. 

o  1    L^lAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
-T    And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
p      And  softens  all  our  cares  ; 


703 HYMN  336,  337. Select. 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 
And  lights  the  sacred  fire 

Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 
The  healing  balm  to  give ; 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 

And  make  the  dying  live. 
s  4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 

Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. Turner. 

HYMN  336.     7s  &  6s.     Margate,     [b  or  *] 

Looking  forward. 

p       1  "1^1  ROM  every  earthly  pleasure, 
-T     From  every  transient  joy, 
From  every  mortal  treasure, 

That  soon  will  fade  and  die ; 
No  longer  these  desiring, 

Upward  our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  thai  never  end. 
2  From  every  piercing  sorrow 
That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 
—     Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away  : 
s       On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 
We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending 
In  infinite  delight, 
p       3  What  though  we  are  but  strangers 
And  sojourners  below ; 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go  ? 
Though  painful  and  distressing, 
Yet  there's  a  rest  above ; 
s       And  onward  still  we're  pressing, 
To  reach  that  land  of  love. 

HYMN  337.     7s.     German  Hymn.     [*] 

The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

o  1   p<  HILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King ! 
^y   As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
o  Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways ! 


Select. HYMN  338,  339. 703 

o  B  ^ V  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  uav  the  fathers  trod : 
The)  are  happy  now, — and  ye 

Soon  their  happiness  shall  sec. 
U  3   Shout,  je  ransomed  (lock,  and  blest! 

\  e  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  resl  : 

There  your  seat  is  now  prepared  ; 

There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
s    I   Fear  not,  brethren!  joyful  stand 

On  the  borders  of  your  land  : 

Jesus  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 

Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 
p  5   Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
o  Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 

Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. Cennick. 

HYMN  338.     L.  M.    Eaton.     [*] 

Heb.  xiii.  14. 

e  1  "  "Yl^E'VE  no  abiding  city  here" — 

▼  ▼     This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind ; 
o  But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 

Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find, 
e  2  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
e  Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home : 
o  But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 

"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do ; 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear, 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 
e  4  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
s  We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 

Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there, 

It  shines  with  everlasting;  light. Kelly. 

HYMN  339.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*] 

Sincerity  and  Truth. 

e  1  T   ET  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name, 

-Li  Their  holy  vows  fulfill  : 
The  saints,  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

Are  men  of  honour  still. 
2  True  to  the  solemn  oaths  they  take, 

Though  to  their  hurt  they  swear, 
Constant  and  just  to  all  they  speak, 

For  God  and  angels  hear. 


04 HYMN  340,  341. Select. 

3  Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 
Nor  flattering  words  devise  ; 

They  know  the  God  of  truth  can  see 
Through  ever}7  false  disguise. 

4  They  hate  th'  appearance  of  a  lie, 
In  all  the  shapes  it  wears ; 

Firm  to  their  truth  ;  and  when  they  die, 
Eternal  life  is  theirs.  Watts. 

HYMN  340.     C.  M.    Dedham.     [b] 

Watchfulness. 

1  f\  FOR  a  principle  within 
v^r   Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 

A  sensibility  to  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near ; 

2  O  for  the  first  approach  to  feel 
Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 

To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 

The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye,. 
O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 

Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake.  C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  341.     8  &  7.     Bavaria.     [*] 

The   Watchful  Servants. 

\  1    Cjl  ARTHLY  joys  no  longer  please  us, 

-Ld    Here  would  we  renounce  them  all 
Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus — 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  call. 
:  Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 

Points  to  brighter  worlds  above, 
Bids  us  look  for  his  appearing — 

Bids  us  triumph  in  his  love. 
2  May  our  lights  be  always  burning, 

And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning — 

Longing  for  the  welcome  sound ! 
Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 

Never  will  we  be  afraid ; 
Should  he  come  at  night  or  morning — 

Early  dawn  or  evening  shade.    Cong.  Mag. 


Select. HYMN  343—344. 705 

HYMN  342.     S.  M.     Watchman.     [*  or  bj 
e       1     4    (MARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
-E±-  A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  lit  it  for  the  sky  ; 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfill  ; 

O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 

And  oh  !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely ! 

Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die.  Wesley. 

HYMN  343.     S.  M.     Olmutz.    [*] 

Jf'atck  and  pray.     Matt,  xxvi,  41. 

p       1   TVTY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, — 
-1TJL  Ten  thousand  foes  arise  : 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh !  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  : 

The  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 

Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown.  Heath. 

HYMN  344.     CM.     Windsor,     [b] 

Indwelling  Sin  lamented. 

p  1   X7T7TTH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
Tf     Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 
So  false  as  mine  has  been, 

So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
Are  holy,  just,  and  true, 

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706  HYMN  345,  346. Select. 

Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands, 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 

4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 
And  all  her  words  approve ; 

But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
These  strugglings  in  my  breast  ? 

When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  wTill, 

And  give  my  conscience  rest?         Stennett. 

HYMN  345.     7s.     Calvary,     [b] 
1  T>  Y  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  reprove, 
-«3   All  my  inmost  sins  reveal, 
Sins  against  thy  light  and  love 
Let  me  see,  and  let  me  feel ; 
Sins  that  crucified  my  Lord, 
Sins  against  thy  precious  blood. 
P  2  Jesus,  seek  thy  wandering  sheep, 
Make  me  restless  to  return ; 
Bid  me  look  on  thee,  and  weep, 
Bitterly,  as  Peter,  mourn  ; — 
Till  I  say,  by  grace  restored, 
"  Now,  thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  Lord." 
3  O  remember  me  for  good, 
Passing  through  the  mortal  vale  ; 
Show  me  the  atoning  blood, 
When  my  strength  and  spirit  fail ; 
Give  my  fainting  soul  to  see 
Jesus  crucified  for  me.  Wesley's  Col. 

HYMN  346.     L.  P.  M.     St.  Helen's,   [b] 

For  Poicer  over  Sin. 

1  "V1THEN  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice, 

T»     Which  only  faithful  souls  can  hear? 
Pardon,  and  peace,  and  heavenly  joys, 
Attend  the  promised  Comforter : 
O  come,  and  righteousness  divine, 
And  Christ,  and  all  with  Christ,  are  mine ! 

2  O  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 
But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home, 
And  keep  possession  of  my  breast : 
And  make  my  soul  his  loved  abode, 
The  temple  of  indwelling  God.        C.  Wesley. 


Select.  HYMN  347,  348. 707 

HYMN  347.    C.  M.     Funeral  Hymn,    lb] 

Contritt    Heart. 

\)  l   FT!  UK  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

-i-    On  contrite  hearts  bestow: 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 

A  contrite  heart,  or  no? 
8   I  hear,  hut  seem  to  hear  in  vain. 

Insensible  as  steel : 
[f  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 
— S  1  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 
To  love  thee,  it'  1  could  ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 
— 4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few ; 
Fain  would  I  strive  for  more ; 
But,  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 
— 5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 
And  love  the  house  of  prayer ; 

1  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh  !  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache ; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, — 

And  heal  it,  if  it  be.  Cowper. 

HYMN  318.     C.  M.     Barby.     [b] 

For  a  Contrite  Heart. 

e   1    (~\  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart, 
V./   Which  bows  before  the  Lord ; 
Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art, 
And  trembling  at  thy  word. 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 
Which  from  repentance  flow ; 

That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow. 

3  Saviour,  to  me,  in  pity,  give 
The  sensible  distress ; 

The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace : — 
g  4  Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove, 

Before  the  evil  come  : 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 

My  body  in  the  tomb.  C.  Wesley. 


708 HYMN  349,  350. Select. 

HYMN  349.     L.  M.    Dresden,     [b] 

Return  of  Joy. 

e  1  W^H  EN  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 
o         ▼  ▼     And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 

Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 

The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  I  chide  my  unbelieving  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  O,  let  me,  then,  at  length  be  taught 
(What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn) 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 
But,  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, — 
Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  I  am  ready  to  repine ; 

Thou  therefore  all  the  praise  receive ; 

Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine.    Cowper. 

HYMN  350.     L.  P.  M.    St.  Helen's.     [*] 

Fervent  Voids  and  Petitions. 

o  1   f  |  iHEE  will  I  love,  my  strength  and  tower, 
-I-    Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy  and  crown  ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 
In  all  my  works,  and  thee  alone ! 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  that  pure  fire 
Fill  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

— 2  In  darkness  willingly  I  strayed  ; 
I  sought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  roved : 
For  wide  my  wandering  thoughts  were  spread, 
Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  loved  ; 
And  now,  if  more  at  length  I  see, 
'Tis  through  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 

— 3  I  thank  thee,  Uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  shined ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  hast  overthrown 
My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 


Select. HYMN  351,  353. 70ft 

I  thank  thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 

I)ids  m\   freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

i  Give  to  my  eyes  refreshing  tears; 

Give  to  mj  heart  chaste,  hallowed  iires; 

( rive  to  m\   soul,  with  filial  fears. 
The  love  that  all  heaven's  host  inspires; 
That  all  m\  powers,  with  all  their  migh 
In  thy  sole  glory  ma\  unite. 

— o  Thee  will  1  love,  my  joy,  my  crown! 
Thee  will  1  love,  my  Lord,  my  (iod! 
Thee  will  1  love,  though  all  may  frown, 

And  thorns  and  briers  perplex  my  road; 

Yea,  w  hen  my  flesh  and  heart  decay, 

Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day.      Moravian. 

HYMN  351.     L.  M.     Nazareth,     [b  or  *] 

.1  (load  Conscience. 

p  1   CJWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly 
►3     guest  ! 

Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast; 

Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control ; 

And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul, 
o  2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere  ; 

Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here ; 

Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 

Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 

Oh  !  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine  ! 

Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 

And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
s  4  Then  should  my  eyes,  without  a  tear, 

See  death,  with  all  its  terrors,  near ; 

My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 

And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice, 
g  5  Nay,  should  the  frame  of  nature  fall, 

And  flames  surround  this  earthly  ball; 

Ev'n  then,  my  soul  without  dismay 

The  mighty  ruin  would  survey. 
s  6  Yes,  for  beyond  these  lower  skies 

New  worlds  salute  my  longing  eyes  ;      [tains, 

Blest  worlds !  where  peace  her  throne  main- 

And  everlasting  dory  reigns.       Heginbotham. 

HYMN  352.     C.  M.     Lanesboro\     [b  or  *] 

The  Request. 

1  T^ATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
JO    Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 


710 HYMN  353. Select. 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free  ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 
My  life  and  death  attend  ; 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end."  Steele. 

HYMN  353.     8  &  7.    Smyrna.     [*] 

"  Fea,  though  I  walk  through  the  Valley  of  the   Shadow  of  Deaths  i 
will  fear  no  Evil."     Ps.  xxiii,  4. 

p  1   (^  ENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 
vT  Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
s  O  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing, 
O  refresh  us  with  thy  grace ; 
May  thy  mercies,  never  ceasing, 
Fit  us  for  thy  dwelling-place. 
p  2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 
s  O  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing,  &c. 

p  3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
> —       O  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing,  &c. 
e  4  When  this  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
o  Till  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 
s  O  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing,  &c. 

s  5  Then,  O  crown  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Through  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 
Then  shall  praises  never  ceasing 

Echo  through  thy  dwelling-place. 
O  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing,  &c. 


Select. HYMN  354,  355. 7JH 

HYMN  354.    L.  M.    Dresden,    [b] 

Sulnnission. 

p  1   TMTAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ! 
▼  ▼     Tumultuous  passions,  all  he  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise; 
His  Ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

e  2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals; 
But  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 

And  midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 

Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God.    Beddome. 

HYMN  355.     C.  M.     Dundee,     [*  or  b] 

Resignation. 

1  IVTAY  I  remember,  Lord,  to  thee, 
JLtJL  Whatever  I  have  I  owe ; 

And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me, 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

2  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 
When  used  as  talents  lent ; 

Those  talents  only  well  employed, 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

3  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 
Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 

o  No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 
1  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 

Of  nothing  long  possessed, 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

5  Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 
Of  thy  redeemed  above  ; 

Then,  heart,  and  mind,  and  strength,  and  soul, 
I'll  love  thee  for  thy  love.  Montgomery, 


712 HYMN  356,  357. Select. 

HYMN  356.     L.  P.  M.     Dresden,     [b] 

"  For  we  have  not  an  High  Priest  who  cannot  be  touched  with  the  feel- 
ing of  our  infirmities  ;  hut  was  in  all  points  tempted  like  as  we  are, 
yet  without  sin."     Heb.  iv,  15. 

e  1  "1/f^HEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
▼  ▼     And  days  are  dark ,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

— 2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

— 3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  ; 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me — for  a  little  while, — 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

— 4  And  O,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict — but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed, — for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away.  Grant, 

HYMN  357.     8,  7  &  4.     Tamworth.    [*] 

Divine  Faithfulness. 

e   1   TN  the  floods  of  tribulation, 

JL  While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 

e  Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

o       And  supports  my  fainting  soul ; 

s  Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 

e  2  In  his  darkest  dispensations, 

o       Faithful  doth  the  Lord  appear, 
With  his  richest  consolations, 

u      To  reanimate  and  cheer  : 

e  Sweet  affliction, 

Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 


Select HYMN  858,  3A9. 713 

,>  hi  the  sacred  page  recorded 

Thus  his  word  securely  stands; 
*  Feai  not,  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 

'Nought  shall  pluck  you  from  my  hands:' 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  word  my  love  demands.      S.  Pearce. 

HYMN  358.     L.  P.  M.    St.  Helen's,     [b] 

Prayer  for  Divine  Consolation. 

p  1    LEATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 
J-      O  !  hear  a  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 

o  Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

g  Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  : 
O  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 
No  worth  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile ; 
And  when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 
Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me ! 

p  3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 
Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

g  Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  : 

One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul.       Raffles. 

HYMN  359.     C.  M.     Funeral  Hymn,     [b] 

Think  upon  Me.     Neh.  v,  19. 

p  1    f~\  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
V^r    I  lift  my  heart  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  groaning,  on  my  burdened  heart 
My  sins  lie  heavily  : 

My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 
Shame  and  reproaches  be  ; 

o  I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame 
If  thou  remember  me. 


7J4 HYMN  360,  361. Select. 

p  4  The  hour  is  near — consigned  to  death, 
I  own  the  just  decree  ; 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry — Remember  me.  Haweis 

HYMN  360.     8  &  7.    Smyrna,     [b] 

la  deep  Affliction. 

p  1    i/iULL  of  trembling  expectation, 

X?     Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more 
Mighty  God  of  my  salvation, 

I  thy  timely  aid  implore  : 
Suffering  Son  of  Man,  be  near  me, 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain, 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 

By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

—2  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  that  dark,  Satanic  hour  ; 
By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power  ; 
By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

3  By  the  travail  of  thy  spirit, 

By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  my  pangs  remember  me  ! 
By  thy  death  I  thee  conjure, 

A  weak,  dying  soul  befriend  ; 
Make  me  patient  to  endure  : 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end.        C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  361.     CM.    Dedham.     [b] 

Hope  in  Trouble. 

1  "V^HEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

▼  ▼     And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 
And  dread  a  Father's  will, 

'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still : — 


, 


Select. HYMN  ■  .:.      TU 

3  It  is  thai  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 

And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

—4  It  is  thai  hope  with  ardor  glows, 

To  see  him  face  to  face, 
Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 

Sufficient  art  to  trace. 
5  It  is  that  harassed  conscience  feels 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin  ; 
And  sees,  though  far,  the  hand  that  heals, 

And  ends  the  strife  within, 
s  6  O  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  earth-born  wo  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 

My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share!  Noel. 

HYMN  362.     C.  M.    Abridge.     [*] 

Gospel  Comforts. 

p  1   "Y\^HEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
▼  ▼     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  our  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away, 
e  J  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace, 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

4  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 
To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

5  1 1"  such  tin1  sweetness  of  the  streams, 
What  must  the  fountain  be, 

Where  saints  and  angels  drawT  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ?  Topladh 

HYMN  363.     S.  M.     Olmutz.     [*] 
)       1   "V^OUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
A     Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 


716 HYMN  364,  365. Select. 

u  Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 

Bid  every  string  awake, 
o      2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 

We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end, 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  love  divine. 

4  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  thy  salvation  see.  Toplady. 

HYMN  364.    P.  M.    Haddam.    [*] 

The  Cross  the  Way  to  the  Crown. 

s       1  T   OOKupto  yonder  world, 

JL^  See  myriads  round  the  throne  ! 
Each  bears  a  golden  harp, 
And  wears  a  sacred  crown : 


With  zeal  they  strike 
The  sacred  lyre, 

2  Believing  in  his  Name, 

They  in  his  footsteps  trod ; 
His  righteousness  their  hope, 
Their  only  plea  his  blood ; 


And  strive  to  raise 
Their  praises  higher. 


Behold  his  face 
And  sing  his  love. 


Lo,  now  they  reign 
With  him  above, 

3  And  shall  we  not  aspire, 
Like  them  our  course  to  run  ? 

The  crown  if  we  would  wear, 
That  crown  must  first  be  won : 


Divinely  taught, 
They  showed  the  way, 


First  to  believe 
And  then  obey. 


HYMN  365.     L.  M.     Luton.     [*] 

The  Redeemed  round  the  Throne.     Rev.  vii,  9 — 17. 

o  1   T    O!  round  the  throne,  at  God's  right  hand, 
_i__J   The  saints,  in  countless  myriads,  stand ; 
Of  every  tongue,  redeemed  to  God, 
Arrayed  in  garments  washed  in  blood. 


Select. HYMN  366.  JM 

2  Through  tribulation  great  they  came; 

The]  bore  the  cross,  despised  the  shame: 
From  all  their  labours  now  they  rest, 
In  God's  eternal  don  blest. 

3  Hunger  and  thirst  the\  feel  no  more; 
Nor  sin,  nor  pain,  nor  death,  deplore  : 
The  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 
And  sorrow  yields  to  endless  joy. 

4  They  see  their  Saviour  face  to  face, 
And  sinii  the  triumphs  of  his  grace: 
Him  day  and  night  they  ceaseless  praise, 

o  To  him  their  loud  hosannas  raise. — 
s  5  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign ! 
Thou  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God ! 

HYMN  366.     7s.     Evening  Hymn.     [*] 

The  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 

1  X7LTHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

▼  ▼     This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 
Hymning  one  triumphant  song : 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 
New  dominion,  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 
These  from  great  affliction  came ; 
Nowr  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Sealed  with  his  almighty  name  ; 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them,  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 
Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears, 
And  forever  from  their  eyes, 
God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

19  tiunigomery. 


718 HYMN  367,  368. Select. 

HYMN  367.     S.  M.     Lisbon,     [*] 

The  Ransomed  of  the  Lord  shall  return,  &c.  Isa.  xxxv,  10. 

s       1  "X^OUR  happy  voices  join, 

JL    And  strike  the  heavenly  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways 
With  music  pass  along. 
e       2  How  straight  the  path  appears  ! 
How  open  and  how  fair ! 
No  lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our  feet — 
No  fierce  destroyer  there, 
b       3  But  flowers  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring  ; 
The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path 
And  dear  companions  sing, 
s       4  See  Salem's  golden  spires, 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Far  sparkle  through  the  skies, 
u       5  All  honour  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way ; 
To  him,  who  leads  the  pilgrims  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 
Doddridge  altered. 

HYMN  36S.     S.  M.     St.  Thomas.     [*] 

TJie  Christian's  Warfare. 

o       1   CJOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
^3  And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son  ; 
2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  power ; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 
u       3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might. 
With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
But  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : — 
4  That  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 
s       5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 


Select. I IV. MX  S89,  370. 719 

6   Still  let  the  Spirit  en 

In  all  his  soldiers.  **  ( !ome,,J 
'Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  high, 
And  take  the  conquerors  home.  C.  Wesley. 

~TmlN~369.    C.  P.  M,    Rapture.    [*] 

i'lutijic  I  isitn. 

1   /"~^OME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 

^^    Companions  through  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  tlint  celestial  hill, 
s  2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 
And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 
p  3  We  suffer  with  our  Master  here — 
s  But  shall  before  his  face  appear, 
And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 
The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  The  great  mysterious  Deity, 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see : 

The  beatific  sight 
u  Shall  fill  heaven's  sounding  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 
Of  everlasting  light. 

5  The  Father  shining  on  his  throne, 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  Spirit,  one  and  seven, 
o  Conspire  our  rapture  to  complete ; 

And  lo !  we  fall  before  his  feet, 
e       And  silence  heightens  heaven, 
d  6  In  hope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 

Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 
And  at  thy  footstool  fall ; 

Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 

Till  thou  our  ravished  spirits  fill, 
o      And  God  be  all  in  all ! C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  370.     C.  M.     Bray.     [*] 

The  near  Approach  of  Salvation. 

s  1    SERVANTS  of  God,  awake!  arise! 
k3  And  lift  your  voices  high  ; 


720 HYMN  371,  372. Select 

Praise  and  adore  that  boundless  love, 

Which  brings  salvation  nigh. 
2  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 
Then  gladly  view  each  closing  day, 

Gladly  each  closing  year. 
e  3  For  few,  indeed,  their  round  shall  run, 

Few  future  mornings  rise ; 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 

To  our  admiring  eyes, 
s  4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course  : 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay : 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 

Ye  bring  eternal  day. Prattfs  Col. 

HYMN  371.     S.  M.     Olmutz.     [*] 

Exhortation  to  Praise  and  Thanksgiving. 

u       1    CJTAND  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
>-3  Ye  people  of  his  choice  : 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 
Above  all  blessing  high, 

Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  O  for  the  living  flame 
From  his  own  altar  brought, 

To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 


And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought. 

4  There  with  benign  regard 
Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear ; 

Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense, 
The  spirit  feels  him  near. 

5  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 
And  his  salvation  ours  ; 

Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

6  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 

Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  Name, 

Henceforth,  for  evermore.     Montgomery. 

HYMN  372.     8&7.     Greenville.     [*] 

Come  and  help  us. 

1  TTARK  !  what  mean  those  lamentations 
JEJ    Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ? 

'Tis  the  cry  of  heathen  nations — 
"  Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die  !!' 


Select.  HYMN  S73,  SI  1. 731 

8  Hear  the  heathens'  sad  complaining, 
Christians  !    hear  their  d\  big  cry  : 

And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 
Haste  10  help  them,  ere  they  die.    Catoood. 

HYMN  373.     8,  7  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

Prai/trfor  the  Ihat/ti  n. 

p  1    f\'KR  t'u'  realms  of  pagan  darkness, 
V_/    Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 
See  the  kindreds  of  the  people, 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze : 

Darkness  brooding — 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 
s  2  Light  of  them  who  sit  in  error  ! 

Rise  and  shine,  thy  blessings  bring ; 
Light,  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles ! 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing : 

To  thy  brightness — 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 
— 3  Let  the  heathen,  now  adoring 
Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and,  worshipping  before  him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone. 

Let  thy  glory — 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 
s  4  Thou  !  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 
Speak  the  word  !  at  thy  command, 
Let  the  company  of  preachers 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land : 

Lord !  be  with  them — 
Always,  till  time's  latest  end  ! 

HYMN  374.     L.  M.    Angels'  Hymn,     [b  or  *] 

The  Gathering  of  the  Gentiles. 

o  1   FT! HE  heathen  perish  :  day  by  day, 

-L    Thousands  on  thousands  pass  away ! 

O  Christians !  to  their  rescue  fly, 

Preach  Jesus  to  them  ere  they  die. 
— 2  Wealth,  labour,  talents,  freely  give, 

Yea,  life  itself,  that  they  may  live  ; 

What  hath  your  Saviour  done  for  you  ? 

And  what  for  him  will  ye  not  do  ? 
u  3  Thou  Spirit  of  the  Lord,  go  forth, 

Call  in  the  south,  wake  up  the  north ; 

Of  every  clime,  from  sun  to  sun, 

Gather  God's  children  into  one.  Montgomery. 
19* 


722 HYMN  375,  376. Select, 

HYMN  375.     7  &  6.     Missionary  Hymn,     [*J  - 

Come  over  and  help  us. 

1  |^i  ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
J-     From  India's  coral  strand, 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
p  2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
— 3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
s  Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  poie ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign.  Bishop  Heber. 

HYMN  376.     L.  M.     Winchelsea.     [*] 
u  1   CJOVE REIGN    of  worlds!    display  thy 
^5       power, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favoured  hour: 
Bid  the  bright  morning  star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  in  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown  ; 
And  make  the  universe  thine  own. 


Select. HYMN  377,  378. 723 

8   Speak!   and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice. 

Speak!  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice: 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  Bight, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

HYMN  377.     P.  M.     Haddam.     [*] 

Increase  of  the   Church. 

g  1   "1)1*1'^  gracious  God!  and  shine 
JLV  In  all  thy  saving  might : 
And  prosper  each  design, 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light : 
Let  healing  streams  of  mercy  ilow, 
That  all  the  earth  thy  truth  may  know, 
u  2  Put  forth  thy  glorious  power  ! 

The  nations  then  will  see, 

And  earth  present  her  store 

In  converts  born  of  thee  : 
God,  our  own  God,  his  church  will  bless, 
And  earth  shall  yield  her  full  increase. 

HYMN  378.     C.  M.     Westmoreland.     [*] 

Prayer  for  the  Reign  of  Christ. 

g  1     TESUS,  Immortal  King,  arise  ! 
J    Rise  and  assert  thy  sway  ; 
Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  brings, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 
u  2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride, 
Till  all  thy  foes  submit. 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let.it  fly, 

This  spacious  earth  around  ; 
Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ! 
— 4  Oh  may  the  great  Redeemer's  name 

Through  every  clime  be  known ! 
And  heathen  i^ods,  like  Dagon,  fall, 

And  Jesus  reign  alone. 
s  5  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ! 
And  earth,  with  all  her  millions  shout, 

Hosannas  to  the  Lord.  Pratt's  Col. 


724 HYMN  373—381. Select. 

HYMN  379.     P.  M.    Haddam.     [*] 

Prayer  for  the  Coming  of  the  Kingdom  of  God. 

s   1  T>  ISE,  Sun  of  Glory,  rise  ! 

XV  And  chase  those  shades  of  night 
Which  now  obscure  the  skies, 
And  hide  the  sacred  light : 
Oh  chase  those  dismal  shades  away, 
And  bring  the  bright  millennial  day. 
— 2  Send  now  thy  Spirit  down 
On  all  the  nations,  Lord ! 
With  great  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  thy  word  : 
That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 
— 3  Then  shall  thy  kingdom  come 
Among  our  fallen  race, 
And  the  whole  earth  become 
The  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
Whence  pure  devotion  shall  ascend, 
And  songs  of  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 

Pratt's  Col 

HYMN  380.     H.  M.    DarwelVs.     [*] 

Prayer  for  the  Conversion  of  the  World. 

g       1   CJOVEREIGN  of  worlds  above, 
►3  And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Thy  faithfulness  and  love, 
Thy  power  and  mercy  show  : 


Fulfill  thy  word, 

Thy  Spirit  give ; 

■     2  Few  be  the  years  that  roll, 
Ere  all  shall  worship  thee  ; 
The  travail  of  his  soul 
Soon  let  the  Saviour  see : 


Let  heathens  live, 
And  praise  the  Lord. 


O  God  of  grace  ! 
Thy  power  employ ; 


Fill  earth  with  joy, 
And  heaven  with  praise. 


HYMN  381.    L.  M.    Luton.     [*] 

For  the  Influence  of  the  Spirit  on  the  Word. 

1   f\  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God  ! 

V^r    In  all  the  fulness  of  thy  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 


Select. HYMN  382,  383.      725 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  heaits  of  lo?< 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  : 
Give  power  ;md  unction  from  above, 
\\  hene'er  the  jo\  fill  sound  is  heard. 

— 3   Be  darkness.  ;it  tin  coming,  light, 

Contusion,  order,  in  thy  path; 
o  Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might; 

Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath  ! 
— 4  Baptize  the  nations!   far  and  nigh, 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify. 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

5  God  from  eternity  hath  willed — 

"  All  flesh  shall  my  salvation  see  :" 

So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled, 

The  Saviour's  sufferings  crowned  by  thee ! 

Montgomery. 

HYMN  382.     C.  M.     Broomsgrove.     [*] 

To  the  Holy  Spirit. 

— 1   CJPIRIT  of  power  and  might,  behold 
^3  A  world  by  sin  destroyed  : 
Creator  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void, 
g  2  Give  thou  the  word  :  that  healing  sound 
Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Bring  forth  the  Tree  of  Life. 
s  3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy, 
When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ, 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew ! 

HYMN  363.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

1  TXT  HO,  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

▼  v     Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favour, 
Pagans  will  be  still  the  same. 

Mighty  Spirit! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promised,  by  the  prophets, 
Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 

Come  and  bless  bewildered  nations, 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise. 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 


736 HYMN  384,  385. Select. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labours, 
Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid ; 

But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us — 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said  : 
Faithful  Spirit ! 

O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 

HYMN  384.     7s.     Wilmot.     [*] 

The  Gospel  advancing . 

s    1    C[EE  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 
^3  Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace  ! 

Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires, 

Sets  the  kingdoms  in  a  blaze  ! 
o  2  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise  ! 

He  the  door  hath  opened  wide  ; 

He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace, 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 

3  Jesus,  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought ; 

Worthy  is  the  work  of  him, — 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  nought. 

4  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land : 

s  5  Lo  !  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above ; 
u  But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

All  the  Spirit  of  his  love.  C.   Wesley. 

HYMN  385.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

Restoration  and  Glory  of  the  Church. 

g  1    ^^N  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
v-^J   Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 
Drooping  captive  ! — 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 
— 2  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  : 
He  himself  appears  thy  friend  : 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliverance — 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 


Select. lh  \l\  S86,  387. 121 

;>  Enemies  do  more  shall  trouble, 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed  : 
"For  thy  shame  thou  shah  have  double," 
In  th\  Maker's  favour  blessed  : 
All  thy  conflicts — 

End  in  one  eternal  rest.  Kelly. 

HYMN  386.     C.  M.     Christmas.     [*] 

i:,  <,<>ni(/on  of  Itrati. 

s   1  JAAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 
JLJ   Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead, 
s  2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 
Thy  beautiful  array : 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

— 3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 
And  send  thy  heralds  forth  : 
Say  to  the  south,  "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north." 

s  4  They  come,  they  come — thine  exiled  bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home.         Montgomery. 

HYMN  387.     8,  7,  h  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

Spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  X7"ES  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

A    Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God — the  mighty  God  is  speaking 
By  his  Word,  in  every  land  ; 

When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 
While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 

God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

S  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand : 


728 HYMN  388,  389. Select. 

Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 
Through  the  world — in  every  land  ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  Lord — at  thy  command.  Kelly. 

HYMN  388.     H.  M.    DarweWs.     [*] 
s     1  i^|  ZION,  tune  thy  voice, 

V^r   And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh. 

Cheerful  in  God, 

Arise  and  shine, 

While  rays  divine 

Stream  all  abroad. 
2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head. 

The  nations  round 

Thy  form  shall  view, 

With  lustre  new 

Divinely  crowned. 
u     3  In  honour  to  his  name, 
Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 
Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright : 

Pursue  his  praise, 

Till  sovereign  love 

In  worlds  above 

The  glory  raise. 
4  There  on  his  holy  hill 
A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies ; 

While  round  his  throne, 

Ten  thousand  stars, 

In  nobler  spheres, 

His  influence  own. Doddridge. 

HYMN  389.     7  &  6.     Romaine.     [*] 
o     1    TTAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed! 

JlX  Great  David's  greater  son  ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 


Select. HYMN  390. 729 

To  take  aw  a\  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equit} . 
—    2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy 
^  To  those  w  ho  suffer  wrong  ; 

To  help  the  poor  and  need} . 

And  hid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  theni  songs  for  sidling, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  lisht, 
\\  hose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 
3  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  mountain-dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 

And  shade  like  Lebanon, 
s       4  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 
That  name  to  us  is — Love.   Montgomery. 

HYMN  390.     7s.     Pilgrim.     [*] 

Jesus  shall  reign. 

g  1  XT  ARK!  the  Song  of  Jubilee, 

JLX  Loud — as  mighty  thunders  roar  : 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore — 

2  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord, 
God  Omnipotent,  shall  reign  : 
Hallelujah!  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

3  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 
From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes,  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies ! 

4  See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 
Sheathed  his  sword  !  He  speaks — 'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

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730 HYMN  391—393. Select. 

5  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway : 
g  He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away ! 
— 6  Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
s  Hallelujah !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  All.  Montgomery. 

HYMN  391.     L.  M.     Park  Street.     [*] 

Hie  Redeemer  reigns. 

u  1    C*  ING,  for  the  blest  Redeemer  reigns, 

^3  Thro'  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread ; 

And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 

Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 
— 2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 

Daily  at  Zion's  gates  arrive  ; 

Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 

By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive. 
u  3  Oh  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 

And  every  foe.  his  arm  subdue  ; 

While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 

And  saints  his  glowing  glories  shew. 
s  4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below  and  all  above ; 

In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 

In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

HYMN  392.     7s.    Alcester.    [*] 

Jesus  reigns. 

s   1  TXTAKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 
▼  ▼     Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea! 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power  ! 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 
Christ,  of  lords  and  kings,  is  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore. 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice  ; 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  : 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings. 

HYMN  393.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

Encouragement  to  Missionaries. 

1  1VTEN  of  God  !  go  take  your  stations  ! 
-!-▼-■-  Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth  : 


Select. HYMN  894,  SG5. 731 

o  Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth: 

Bear  the  tidings — 
Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth! 
j  \\  hen  exposed  to  fears  and  dangers, 

Jesus  will  his  own  defend  ; 
Borne  afar  midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  Friend  ; 

And  his  presence — 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end.  Kelly. 

HYMN  394.     7  &  6.     Romaine.     [*] 

1  X>  OLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  ! 
XV  And  as  thy  billows  flow, 

Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales  !  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade,  no  more. 

2  O  thou  Eternal  Ruler  ! 
Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 

The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm ! 
Thy  presence  e'er  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 

HYMN  395.     7s.    Pilgrim.    [*] 
u  1   /^1  O  !  ye  messengers  of  God, 

vIJT  Like  the  beams  of  morning,  fly ; 

Take  the  wronder-working  rod, 

Wave  the  Banner-Cross  on  high ! 

2  Where  th'  aspirant  minaret 

Gleams  along  the  morning  skies, 

Wave  it  till  the  crescent  set, 

And  the  "  Star  of  Jacob"  rise. 
— 3  Go  !  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 

Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile, 

And  th'  oppressed  for  ever  wreep  ! 
— 4  O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven  ; 

Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, 

Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven  ! 


732 HYMN  396,  397.  §^ct. 

s  5  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 
Open  on  the  palmy  east, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

— 6  Circumnavigate  the  ball, 
Visit  every  soil  and  sea  : 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all — 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and  free.  J.  Marsden. 

HYMN  396.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

Farewell  to  Missionaries. 


1   d~i  O,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 
VX  C 


Go,  proclaim  redeeming  blood; 
Publish  to  that  barbarous  nation, 
Peace  and  pardon  from  our  God  ; 

Tell  the  heathen, 
None  but  Christ  can  do  them  good. 
— 2  While  the  gospel  trump  you're  sounding, 
May  the  Spirit  seal  the  word, 
And,  through  sovereign  grace  abounding, 
Heathen  bow  and  own  the  Lord  ; 

Idols  leaving, 
God  alone  shall  be  adored. 
— 3  Distant  though  our  souls  are  blending, 
Still  our  hearts  are  warm  and  true  ; 
In  our  prayers  to  heaven  ascending, 
Brethren — we'll  remember  you ; 

Heaven  preserve  you, 
Safely  all  your  journey  through. 
4  When  your  mission  here  is  finished, 

And  your  work  on  earth  is  done, 
May  your  souls,  by  grace  replenished, 
Find  acceptance  through  the  Son ; 

Thence  admitted, 

Dwell  for  ever  near  his  throne. 

u  5  Loud  hosannas  now  resounding, 

—    Make  the  heavenly  arches  ring  : 

Grace  to  sinful  men  abounding, 

Ransomed  millions  sweetly  sing ; 

While  with  rapture, 
All  adore  their  heavenly  King.        Baldwin. 


HYMN  397.     8,  7,  &  4.  Smyrna,     [b] 

Missionaries'  Farewell. 

ES,  my  native. land,  I  love  thee  ; 
All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well, 


Y 


rU HYMN  396. 733 

Friends,  connexions,  happ)  country! 
(  ;m  I  bid  you  all  farevt  ell  ? 

( Ian  1  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lauds  to  dwell? 

2  Home!  tin  jo\s  are  passing  lovely; 
Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  fell ! 

Happy  home!  'tis  sure  I  love  thee! 
Can  1 — can  1  say — Farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 

d  Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  Farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
s  4  Yes!  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ! 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labour, 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 

How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell !      * 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean; 
Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell — 

Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell, 
a  Glad  I  bid  thee, 

Native  land  ! — Farewell — Farewell ! 

S.  F.  Smith. 

HYMN  398.     L.  M.     Winchelsea.     [*] 

Glory  awaiting  faithful  Missionaries. 

%  1  T^  TERNAL  Lord  !  from  land  to  land, 
J— i    Shall  echo  thine  all-glorious  name, 
Till  kingdoms  bow  at  thy  command, 
And  every  lip  thy  praise  proclaim. 
2  Exalted  high,  on  every  shore, 
The  banner  of  the  cross,  unfurled, 
Shall  summon  thousands  to  adore 
The  Saviour  of  a  ransomed  world. 
20* 


734 HYMN  399,  400. Select. 

s  3  Thousands  shall  join  thy  pilgrim  band, 
And,  by  that  sacred  standard  led, 
Press  forward  to  Immanuel's  land, 
Nor  fear  the  thorny  path  to  tread. 
4  Triumphant  over  every  foe, 
Their  ransomed  numbers  shall  move  on, 
To  that  blest  world  where  sin  and  woe 
Shall  never  mingle  with  their  song. 

HYMN  399.     L.  M.     AngeVs  Hymiu     [bor*] 

For  Missionary  Associations. 

g  1     \  SSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
jljL  Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 

The  voice  that  marshalled  every  star, 

Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 
— 2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 

The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled : 

Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  First  bow  our  hearts  beneath  thy  sway ; 
Then  give  thy  growing  empire  way, 
O'er  wastes  of  sin — o'er  fields  of  blood — 
Till  all  mankind  shall  be  subdued. 

4  Our  prayers  assist — accept  our  praise — 
Our  hopes  revive — our  courage  raise — 
Our  counsels  aid — and  oh  !  impart, 

The  singte  eye — the  faithful  heart.       Collyer. 

HYMN  400.     L.  M.     Duke  Street     [*] 

Active  Benevolence  in  Imitation  of  Christ. 

o  I  "Vl^HEN  from  the  glorious  realms  of  day, 
▼  ▼     On  wings  of  love,  the  Saviour  flew, 

He  walked  through  mercy's  heavenly  way, 

And  bade  the  world  his  steps  pursue. 
p  2  The  blind,  the  lame,  his  power  confessed , 

The  dumb  broke  forth  in  grateful  strains ; 

He  gave  the  wearied  spirit  rest, 

And  loosed  the  prisoner  from  his  chains. 
— 3  And  shall  not  they  whose  lips  resound 

The  matchless  deeds  the  Saviour  wrought, 

Like  him  in  charity  abound, 

And  practise  what  his  goodness  taught? 
— 4  Ye  who  his  grace  so  freely  share, 

Y'our  willing  aid  as  freely  give  ; 

Your  lively  faith  and  love  declare, 

And  in  his  sacred  precepts  live. 


Select.  \\\  \l\  101,  io_\ 


u  5  Honour  your  Saviour,  speak  his  praise; 
l>\  acts  of  loi  e  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
Sweel  anthems  to  his  glory  raise, 
And  In  hosannas  sound  hi>  name. 

HYMN  401.     L.  P.  M.     Palestine,     [b] 

.  rday  Emiinir. 

e  1   CJWEET  is  the  last,  the  parting  ray, 
►3     That  ushers  placid  evening  in; 
When  with  the  still,  expiring  day, 

The  Sabbath's  peaceful  hours  begin; 
How  grateful  to  the  anxious  breast 
The  sacred  hours  of  holy  rest ! 

—  8   llu^Iied  is  the  tumult  of  the  day, 
And  worldly  cares  and  business  cease  ; 
While  soft  the  vesper  breezes  play, 
To  hymn  the  glad  return  of  peace  : 
Delightful  season  !  kindly  given 

To  turn  the  wandering  thoughts  to  heaven. 
— 3  Oft  as  this  peaceful  hour  shall  come, 
Lord,  raise  my  thoughts  from  earthly  things, 
And  bear  them  to  my  heavenly  home, 
On  faith  and  hope's  celestial  wings, — 
Till  the  last  gleam  of  life  decay, 
In  one  eternal  Sabbath-day. 

HYMN  402.     P.  M.     Haddam.     [*] 

Lord's  Day. 

s       1   i^HILDRENof  God,  awake, 
V_y    And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
Your  grateful  homage  pay  ; 
Come,  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 
2  On  this  auspicious  morn 
The  Lord  of  life  arose  ; 
u       He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 
— And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 

And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  his  love. 
s       3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 

—  And  earth  with  humbler  strains 
s  Thy  praise  responsive  sings — 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign  !" 


736  HYMN  403—405.  Select. 


HYMN  403.     L.  M.     Blendon.     [*] 

"  There  remaineth  a  Rest  to  the  People  of  God." 

1   npHINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord!  we  love, 

s        JL    But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

— Oh  that  we  might  that  rest  attain 
From  sin,  from  sorrow,  and  from  pain. 

s  2  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  free  ; 
No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Resounding  from  immortal  tongues. 

p  3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

s  4  Oh  long-expected  day,  begin ! 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  wo  and  sin  : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  in  God.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  404.     C.  M.    Broomsgrove.     [*] 

A  Hymn  for  the  Evening  of  the  Lord's  Day. 

1  ^REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
J-     To  shed  its  quickening  beams ; 

p  And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns  ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 

— We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
o       And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 
— 3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 

The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  ; — 
4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 

And  feast  on  love  divine.  Broom. 

HYMN  405.     7s.     Pilgrim.     [*] 

Sabbath  Morning  Prayer  Meeting. 

— 1   TXEAVENLY  Spirit!  may  each  heart 
-I  JL  Through  these  sacred  hours  be  thine  ; 
May  we  from  the  world  depart, 
Breathing  after  things  divine. 


Select. HYMN  406,  407. 7 37 

o  2  Lead  us  forth  withjoj  and  pence 

To  thy  temple,  in  tin   ways  : 
e    And  when  1 1  li  ^  sweet  d;i\   shall  Cease, 
g   Mai   its  SUI1  go  down  with  praise! 

— 3  May  thy  ministers  declare 

All  thy  word  of  truth  with  power, 
Till  the  sinner  bend  in  pra\  er. 
Conquered  in  that  mighty  hour. 
4  So  may  we.  who  worship  here, 
Profit  by  thy  word  to-day; 
And  more  love,  and  peaee,  and  fear 
Carry  from  thy  house  away. 

HYMN-406.     L.  M.     Stonefield.     [*] 

For  the  Blessing  of  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 

1  f^  OMMAND  thy  blessing  from  above, 
v>    O  God !  on  all  assembled  here  ; 

Behold  us  with  a  Father's  love, 
While  we  look  up  with  filial  fear. 

2  Command  thy  blessing,  Jesus,  Lord  ! 
May  we  thy  true  disciples  be  : 

Speak  to  each  heart  the  mighty  word, 
Say  to  the  weakest,  "  Follow  me." 

3  Command  thy  blessing  in  this  hour, 
Spirit  of  Truth  !  and  fill  this  place 
With  humbling  and  exalting  power, 
With  quickening  and  confirming  grace. 

4  O  thou,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  Guide, 
One  true  eternal  God  confest ; 

May  nought  in  life  or  death  divide 
The  saints  in  thy  communion  blest. 

Montgomery. 

"HYMN  407.     CM.     Stephens.     [*  or  b] 
e  1  W^E  bow-  before  thy  gracious  throne, 
▼  ▼     And  think  ourselves  sincere ; 
But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  ? 
— 2  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 
Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 

His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 
3  Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ! 
And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 


738 HYMN  408—410. Select. 

e  4  Call  forth  the  cry,  "  What  must  be  done 

"  To  save  a  wretch  like  me? 
e  "  How  shall  a  trembling  sinner  shun 

"That  endless  misery  ?"  Weslexfs  CoL 

HYMN  408.     8,  7,  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

After  Sermon 

1   T   ORD  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  ; 
JLi  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  : 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
u       Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ! 
Oh  refresh  us — 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 
s  2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
Let  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 

May  thy  presence — 
With  us  evermore  be  found.  Rippon. 

HYMN  409.     L.  M.    Alfreton.    [*] 

Baptism. 

1  /"^  OME,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  from  high ; 
V>   Baptizer  of  our  spirits,  thou  ! 

The  sacramental  seal  apply, 
And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

2  Pour  forth  thy  energy  divine, 
And  sprinkle  the  atoning  blood : 
May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  join, 
To  seal  this  child  a  child  of  God  ! 

HYMN  410.     C.  M.     Stephens.     [*] 

Baptism. 

1  TESUS,  we  lift  our  souls  to  thee  ! 
*J    Thy  Holy  Spirit  breathe  ; 

And  let  this  little  infant  be 
Baptized  into  thy  death. 

2  Oh  let  thine  unction  on  it  rest, 
Thy  grace  its  soul  renew  ; 

And  write  within  its  tender  breast 
Thy  name  and  nature  too. 

3  If  thou  shouldst  quickly  end  its  days, 
Its  place  with  thee  prepare ; 

And  if  thou  lengthen  out  its  race, 
Continue  still  thy  care. 


Select. HYMN    III      M3: 739 

HYMN  411.     L.  M.     Costdlow.     [*] 

The  Lord's  Su/>/><  r. 

1  TTERE  let  us  s,c  th\  face,  O  Lord, 
Jl  And  new  salvation  with  our  eyes, 

And  taste  and  feel  the  living  Word, 
The  Bread  descending  from  the  skies. 

2  Thou  hast  prepared  this  dying  Lamb, 
Hast  set  his  blood  before  our  face, 

To  teach  the  tenors  of  thy  name, 
And  show  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
s  3  Jesus  !  our  light !  our  morning  star  ! 
Shine  thou  on  nations  yet  unknown; 
The  glory  of  thy  people  here, 
And  joy  of  spirits  near  thy  throne.       Pratt's  Col. 

HYMN  412.    7  &  6.     Chaplin,     [b] 

The  Lord's  Supper. 

1  '       AMB  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 
JL_J  We  now  recall  to  mind, 

Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee, 

And  every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
Oh  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain, 
And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray ; 

By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away : 
Burst  our  bonds,  and  set  us  free, 

From  all  iniquity  release  ; 
Oh  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

3  Through  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 
Let  sinners  pardon  feel : 

Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 
Oh  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace.  Wesley9 s  Col. 

HYMN  413.     C.  M.     Tolland.     [*] 

The  Lord's  Supper. 

1  X   ORD  !  at  thy  table  we  behold 
-Li  The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 


740  HYMN  414— 416. Select. 

But  most  of  all  admire  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome  place — 

2  We,  who  were  all  defiled  with  sin, 
And  rebels  to  our  God  ! 

We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood  ! 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 
That  we,  so  lost,  have  room ! 

Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 

And  freely  bids  us  come, 
u  4  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  above, 

Join  all  your  sacred  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 

No  Saviour  is  like  ours.  Stennett. 

HYMN  414.     7s.     Pilgrim,     [b] 

1  "DREAD  of  heaven!  on  thee  we  feed, 
JO  For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  : 

Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

Lord  !  thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died  : 
Lord  of  life  !  O  let  us  be 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  !      Prattfs  Col. 

HYMN  415.     9  &  8.     Bowery.     [*] 

1  "OREAD  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken  ' 
-D  Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed  ; 

By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead ! 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed  ! 

And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token, 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

Bishop  Heber. 

HYMN  416.     CM.     Archdale.     [*] 

Joining  in  Covenant  with  God.     Is.  xliv,  5. 

3  1   ^OME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God, 
Vy   In  everlasting  bands  ; 
And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  easer  hearts  and  hands. 


Select. HYMN  417,  418. 74] 

o  2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favour  there  ; 

Before  his  footstool  humblj  how. 

And  pour  our  fervent  pra} er. 
— 3   Come,  let   us  seal,  without  delay, 

The  covenant  or  his  grace  ; 
Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 

Its  memory  efface. 
4  Thus  may  our  rising  offspring  haste 

To  seek  their  fathers'  God; 
Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 

Their  fathers'  feet  have  trod.      Pratt's  Col. 

HYMN  417.     C.  M.     Stephens.     [*] 

Joining  the  Church  of  Christ. 

g  1  T7I7TTNESS,  ye  men  and  angels,  now, 
▼  ▼     Before  the  Lord  we  speak; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break — 
— 2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  his  grace  rely, 

That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 

And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
g       Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise.    Beddome. 

HYMN  418.  T7M.     CosteUo^c.     [*] 

Reception  into  Christian  Fellowship. 

1  f^  OME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
^^    Enter  in  .Jesus'  precious  name  ; 

We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 
We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 

We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 

And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 
21 


742 HYMN  419,  420. Select. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat, 
Receive  assurance  of  our  love  : 
O  may  we  all  together  meet 
Around  the  throne  of  God  above  ! 


HYMN  419.     S.  M.     Shirland.     [*  or  b] 

Love  to  the  Church. 

o   1  X  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

JL  The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved, 

With  his  own  precious  blood. 
—  2  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 

This  voice  in  silence  die. 

3  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 
Her  welfare  or  her  wo, 

Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end.  D wight. 

HYMN  420.     L.  M.     Munich,     [b] 

For  a  Sunday  School  Union  Anniversary  Meeting. 

1    1^  ROM  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet, 
JL      From  year  to  year  in  peace  we  part ; 
u  The  tongues  of  thousands  uttering  sweet 

The  bosom-joy  of  every  heart. 
e  2  But  time  rolls  on,  and  year  by  year, 

We  change,  grow  up,  or  pass  away ; 

Not  twice  the  same  assembly  here 

Have  hailed  the  children's  festal  day. 
p  3  Death,  ere  another  spring,  shall  strike 

Some  in  our  union,  marked  to  fall ; 

Be  young  and  old  prepared  alike, 

The  warning  is  to  each,  to  all. 
— 4  Our  times,  our  lives,  are  in  thy  hand ; 

On  thee  for  all  things  we  rely  ; 

Assured,  while  in  thy  grace  we  stand, 

To  live  is  Christ,  and  gain  to  die. 

5  Meanwhile  our  falling  ranks  renew  ; 

Send  children,  teachers,  in  our  place, 

More  humble,  docile,  faithful,  true, 

More  like  thy  Son,  from  race  to  race. 

Montgomery. 


Select. HYMN  1 8 1—133. 743 

HYMN  III.     s.  M.     O/mtite.     [*] 

/'('/•  Sunday  Schools. 

l  TTETITHIN  these  walls  be  peace, 
▼  T     Love  through  our  borders  found  ; 
In  all  our  little  palaces 
Prosperit}  abound. 

p       2  God  scorns  not  humble  things  ; 

Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 
g  The  children  of  the  King  of  kings 

Are  training  for  the  skies. 
—     3  May  none  who  thus  are  taught, 

From  glory  be  cast  down, 
But  all  through  faith  and  patience  brought 
u  To  an  immortal  crown.         Montgomery. 

HYMN  422.     C.  M.     Lanesboro'.     [*] 

For  Sunday  Schools. 

g  1   FT1HERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 
JL    Above  the  starry  sky; 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 

Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 
2  And  hark  !  amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  and  perfect  praise. 
■ — 3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 
If  Jesus  we  obey; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 

If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 
4  This  is  the  joy  we  ought  to  seek, 

And  make  our  chief  concern  ; 
For  this  we  come,  from  week  to  week, 
To  read,  and  hear,  and  learn, 
p  5  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 
Our  mortal  frame  decay ; 
Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  droop,  and  pass  away. 
e  6  Great  God  !   impress  the  serious  thought, 
This  day,  on  every  breast ; 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 

May  enter  to  thy  rest.  Jane  Taylor. 

HYMN  423.     C.  JVL    Abridge.     [*] 

For  Sunday  Schools. 

o  1    t~^  OME,  let  our  songs  resound 
V^   Within  these  peaceful  walls; 


744 HYMN  424. Select. 

— The  light  of  knowledge  shines  around, 
And  e'en  on  us  it  falls. 
2  Through  God  our  Father's  care, 

Though  we  deserved  it  not, 
Our  lives  in  pleasant  places  are, 
And  goodly  is  our  lot. 
s  3  This  cheerful  morning  sun, 
That  lights  our  happy  plains, 
Shines,  ere  its  daily  course  is  run, 
Where  heathen  darkness  reigns. 
— 4  He  sees  the  savage  wild 
Some  idol's  help  implore  ; 
He  sees  the  untaught  Indian  child 
His  painted  gods  adore. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  light,  we  pray, 
On  them — on  us  arise  : 

For  we  are  foolish,  blind  as  they, 
Till  Jesus  make  us  wise. 

6  We  learn  thy  blessed  will, 
We  read  thy  holy  word, 

Then  may  we  thy  commands  fulfill, 
Which  others  never  heard.        Jane  Taylor. 

HYMN  424.     CM.    Dundee.    [*] 

What  is  Prayer  9 

1  T3RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
-IT     Uttered,  or  unexpressed  ; 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear ; 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air  ; 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways  ; 

u  While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays!"  Montgomery. 


Select. HYM  \    i ...      1 27. 745 

HYMN  425.     CM.    Dedham.    [b  or  *] 

Retirement  and  Meditation. 
p   1     Cjl  All  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  1  ilee, 
JL       From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 

His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 

And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who.  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

Oh,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

She  communes  with  her  God ! 
— 4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one) 

My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine, 
s  5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above 

When  time  shall  be  no  more.  Coivper. 

HYMN  426.     L.  M.     Nazareth.     [*  or  b] 

';  When  two  or  three  arc  met  in  my  name,  tliere  am  /."     Matt,  xviii,  20 

—  1   TTOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
J-X-  And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee  : 
Ah,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ! 

Let  this  the  "  gate  of  heaven"  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousand,"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face  ! 

Oh  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place.         Kelly. 

HYMN  427.     7s.     ML  Calvary.     [*] 

The  Close  of  a  Meeting  for  Prayer. 

1   ~|"F  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 

A  Christians  meet  for  social  prayer  ; 
If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise 
e  Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise, — 
21  * 


746 HYMN  428,  429. Select 

— O  how  sweet  that  state  mast  be 
Where  they  meet  eternally  ! 
2  Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Preparations  for  above  ; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace ; 
Till  we  each,  in  his  degree, 
Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 

HYMN  428.     L.  M.     Wells.     [*] 

On  the  Appointment  of  a  Minister. 

1  "VS7"E  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 

▼  t     Of  Jesus,  our  Exalted  Head  ; 
Come  as  a  servant ;  so  he  came  ; 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd :  guard  and  keep 
This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin  ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in 

3  Come  as  an  angel,  hence  to  guide 
A  band  of  pilgrims  on  their  way  ; 
That,  safely  walking  at  thy  side, 
We  fail  not,  faint  not,  turn  nor  stray. 

4  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 
Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare  : 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

s    5  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 
Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love  : 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

HYMN  429.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*] 

Ministers  tcatching  for  Souls. 

o  1   T   ET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

JL^  And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  : 
g  Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 

Their  awful  charge  receive. 
— 2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 
The  pastor's  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 

And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 
3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  happiness  or  wo. 


Select. 


HYMN  130—432, 


TIT 


i   \l;i\  thc\  thai  Jesus  whom  they  preach 
Their  own  Redeemer  see  ! 

And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls. 

That  they  may  watch  for  thee.  Doddridge, 
HYMN  430.     8  &  7.     Sicilian  Hymn,     [b] 

Tor  a  Revival. 

1  CJAYIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation; 
*3  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain! 

All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 
s  2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance; 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
p       Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
— 3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh.  Newton. 

HYMN  431.     7s.     Hotham.     [*] 
s   1  T    IGHT  of  life,  seraphic  fire, 
JLi    Love  divine,  thyself  impart  ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  : 
Shine  in  every  drooping  heart : 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 
Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  : 
Son  of  God,  appear  !  appear  ! 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour ; 
Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  : 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Take  away  the  love  of  sin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less ; 

Be  thou  all  our  hearts  desire, 

All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace.  C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  432.  Ss&7s.  Evening  Hymn,     [b] 


Evening  Hymn. 


1    CJAyiOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 


Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal 


746 H\MN  433,  434. Select. 

Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing, 

Thou  canst  save  and  thou  canst  heal. 

Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  near  us  fly, 

Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us, 

W  e  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh, 
e  2  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
— Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  ; 

Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 

Watchest  where  thy  people  be  ; 

Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 

May  the  morn,  in  heaven  awake  us, 
s  Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

HYMN  433.     L.  P.  M.     St.  Helen's.     [*] 

Thanksgiving  for  National  Prosperity. 

1   TTOW  rich  thy  gifts,  Almighty  King ! 
JLJL  From  thee  our  public  blessings  spring  ; 
The  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
The  treasures  liberty  bestows, 
s  The  eternal  joys  the  gospel  shows, — 

All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 
— 2  Here  commerce  spreads  the  wealthy  store, 
Which  pours  from  every  foreign  shore ; 
Science  and  art  their  charms  display ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raise 
s  Our  voices  to  our  Maker's  praise, 

As  truth  and  conscience  point  the  way. 
u  3  With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs  ; 

Here  still  may  God  in  mercy  reign ; 
Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success, 
With  peace  and  joy  our  borders  bless, 

And  all  our  sacred  rights  maintain.    Kippis. 

HYMN  434.     7s.    Benevento.     [b  or  *] 

*\\ic  Year's  Day. 

p  1   "Vl^HILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
▼  ▼     Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 
They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait — 
But  how  little,  none  can  know. 


Select. HY\!\    135,   136, 749 

o  8   As  the  \\  inged  ;inou   (lies 

Speedih  the  mark  to  find  : 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace"  behind, — 

Sw  iftlj  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  US  down  life's  rapid  stream; 

Lord,  our  expectations  raise — 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 
g  3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Former  kindnesses  renew: 

From  this  moment  may  we  live 

\\  ith  eternity  in  view : 

Bless  the  word  to  young  and  old : 

Shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love ; 

And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above.  Newton. 

HYMN  435.     P.  M.     Tremont.     [*  or  b] 
o  1   /^OME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
V>   Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still,  till  the  Master  appear. 
2  His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love. 
— 3  Our  life  is  a  dream  ;  our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away  ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
4  The  arrow  is  flown  ;  the  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here, 
s  5  O  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 

to  do." 
6  O  that  each,  from  his  Lord,  may  receive  the 
glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ;  [throne." 

"  Enter  into  my  joy,  and    sit   down   on  my 

HYMN  436.     C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b] 

Reflections  on  the  State  of  our  Fathers. 

e  1    TTOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 
JLL  Which  bears  us  to  the  sea ! 
The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 


750 HYMN  437. Select. 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 
With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honour  gone. 

3  But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 
Beyond  our  mortal  thought, 

While  the  poor  remnant  of  their  dust 
Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 

e  4  There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 
Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 
No  other  heritage  possess, 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 
— 5  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 

Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 
6  Of  all  the  pious  dead 
May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
s  Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 

We  dwell  before  thy  face.  Alexander's  Col. 

HYMN  437.     L.  M.    Dresden,    [b  or  *] 

The  Knell. 

p   1   |^| FT  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 


Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  from  every  trifle  fly, 
And  ask,  "  Am  I  prepared  to  die  ?" 

2  Soon,  leaving  all  I  love  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go ; 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

3  O  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  say, 
"  Depart,  accursed,  far  away  ; 

"  With  Satan,  midst  the  flames  of  hell, 
"  Thou  art  for  ever  doomed  to  dwell !" 

4  Saviour!  O  help  me  now  to  see 
And  place  my  hope  alone  in  thee ; 
Thy  cleansing  blood,  thy  spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  bid  me  live ! 

5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  saved  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear  ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  alarming  be, 
"  Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me." 


Select, HYMN  438—440. 75] 

s  G  Rather  m>  spirit  would  rejoice, 
And  wish  and  long  to  bear  thy  voice; 
Glad)  when  it  bids  me  earth  resign* 
Secure  of  heaven,  if  thou  art  mine  !     Newton. 

HYMN  438.     C.  M.     Funeral  Hymn,     [b] 

A  Thought  of  Eternity. 

p  1  "VM/THEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
▼  ▼     O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O,  how  shall  1  appear  ? 

— 2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought; 

g  3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 
In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

O,  how  shall  I  appear  ?  Addison. 

HYMN  439.     S.  M.     Ohnutz.    [*] 

o     1  ~f  T^AKED  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
▼  ▼     I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

p     2  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt, 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  lost  cast  out, 
Or  numbered  with  the  blest  ? 

—  3  0  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die  ; 
WTho  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery  ; — 

4  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ! 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear.  Wesley 's  Col. 

HYMN  440.     C.  M.     Dundee.     [*] 

Heaven. 

g  1    1^1  AR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 
JO     Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eves. 


752 HYMN  441,  442. Select 

— 2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 

And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 
3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo, 

Can  never  enter  there. 
s  4  Oh  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 

Bear  every  thought  above. 
5  Prepare  us,  Lord!  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 

The  chorus  of  the  sky.  Steele. 

HYMN  441.     Lanesboro\     [b  or  *] 

The  Heavenly  Rest. 

p  1   nnHERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
-L    To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 
2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 
s  3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 
To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
p       And  all  serene  in  heaven. 
s  4  There,  fragrant  flowers,  immortal,  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  : — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven.       Union  Col. 

HYMN  442.     CM.     Tolland.    [*] 

The  Heavenly  Jerusalem.     Rev.  xxi,  22. 

1    JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home  ! 


Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 


Select. HYMN  143.  763 

8  When  shall  these  ej  es  thy  hea\  en-built  walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 

Tin  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

)  ( )  \\  hen,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 
Nof  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 

Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onw  aid  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo  ? 
Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 

I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 

Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see.         C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  443.     8s.     Goshen.     [*] 

Earnest  Desire  of  Heaven. 

u  1  LONG  to  behold  him  arrayed 

A  With  glory  and  light  from  above, — 

The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed, 

His  beauty  of  holiest  love  : 
p  I  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  has  fixed  his  abode  : 

O  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air 
s  And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God. 
— 2  With  him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 

(For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word,) 

The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord  ; 

But  when  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 

My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  heaven  of  heavens,  in  thee. 

3  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 

22 


754    HYMN  444,  445. Select. 

No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove. 

Physician  of  souls,  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give  ; 

And  then  from  the  body  set  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive.       Wesleifs  Col. 

HYMN  444.     C.  M.     Dundee.     [*] 
e  1  ~\\f  HEN  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 

▼  ▼     My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 

Great  God  !  at  thy  command  ; 
p  2  When  every  long-loved  scene  of  life 
Stands  ready  to  depart ; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  snakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart ; 

3  O  thou  great  source  of  joy  supreme, 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave  ! 

4  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 
Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 

s  And  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 

Illume  my  dying  bed  ! 
p  5  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  I  resign  my  breath  ! 
And  in  thy  fond  embraces  lose 

"  The  bitterness  of  death."  Collyer. 

HYMN  445.     8,  7  &  4.     Greenville,     [b  or  *] 
p  1   "Vl^HEN  the  vale  of  death  appears, 

▼  ▼     (Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay,) 
Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 

Light  me  through  the  darksome  way : 
Break  the  shadows, 
g       Usher  in  eternal  day. 
s  2  Starting  from  this  dying  state, 
Upward  bid  my  soul  aspire  ; 
Open  thou  the  crystal  gate, 
To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre : 

Dwell  for  ever, 
Dwell  on  each  immortal  wire. 
3  From  the  sparkling  turrets  there, 
Oft  I'll  trace  my  pilgrim  way, 


( )U HYMN  446,  447. 7  > 5 

( Wten  bless  tin  guardian  care, 

Fire  by  night  and  (loud  bj  day, 

While  m\  triumphs 
At  ni>  Leader's  Feet  1  la\ . 

I    And  w  hen  mighty  trumpets  blown. 

Shall  the  judgment  dawn  proclaim, 
From  the  centra]  burning  throne. 

'Mid  creation's  final  Same, 

With  the  ransomed, 
Judge  and  Saviour,  own  mv  name  ! 

Mrs.  Gilbert. 

HYMN  446.     L.  M.     Dresden,     [b] 

Tiic  Living  and  the  Dead. 

e   1  X17"HERE  are  the  dead  ?  In  heaven  or  hell 
▼  ▼     Their  disembodied  spirits  dwell : 

Their  buried  forms  in  bonds  of  clay, 

Reserved  until  the  judgment-day. 
— 2  Who  were  the  dead  ?     The  sons  of  time, 

In  every  age,  and  state,  and  clime  ; 

Renowned,  dishonoured,  or  forgot, 

The  place  that  knew  them  knows  them  not. 

3  Where  are  the  living  ?  On  the  ground, 
Where  prayer  is  heard,  and  mercy  found ; 
Where  in  the  period  of  a  span, 

The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 

4  Who  are  the  living  ?    They  whose  breath 
Draws  every  moment  nigh  to  death ; 

Of  bliss  or  wo  the  eternal  heirs ; 
O  what  an  awful  choice  is  theirs  ! 

5  Then,  timely  warned,  may  we  begin, 
To  follow  Christ,  and  flee  from  sin, 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  Head, 

Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead.  Montgomery. 

HYMN  447.     C.  M.     Lanesboro\     [b  or  *] 

The  Dead  who  die  in  the  Lord. 

p  1   T"N  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  paint 

J-  The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saint, 

When  he  resigns  his  breath. 
2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks ; 

We  scarce  can  say,  "  He's  gone," 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 

Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 


756 HYMN  448,  449. Select. 

— 3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  her  heavenward  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil, 

Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 
4  Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

They  are  supremely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 

And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 
s  5  On  harps  of  gold  his  name  they  praise, 

His  presence  always  view  ; — 
And  if  we  here  their  footsteps  trace, 

There  we  shall  praise  him  too.        Newton. 

HYMN  448.     7s.     Sabbath,     [b  or  *] 

The  dying  Christian  to  his  Soul. 

a  1  T7~ITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
p         ▼     Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ! 

Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying ; 

Oh  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 

Cease,  fond  nature  !  cease  thy  strife, 

And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 
e  2  Hark,  they  whisper — angels  say, 
o  "  Sister  spirit,  come  away !  " 
p  What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 

Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 

Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath  ? 

Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death  ? 
a  3  The  world  recedes  ! — it  disappears  ! 
o  Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  ! — my  ears 
u  With  sounds  seraphic  ring ! 
s  Lend,  lend  your  wings !  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 

O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

0  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ?  Pope 

HYMN  449.     8  &  7.     Greenville.     [*] 

The  departing  Saint. 

1  XTTAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
JOL  All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 

Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go ! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 

Shows  the  glory  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love* 


Select. HYMN  150     153. 757 

9  Struggle  through  tli\  latest  passion, 

To  tin  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  ;i  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory — 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign.    C.  Wesley. 

HYMN  450.     L.  M.    Munich,     [b] 

The  Death  of  the  Righteous. 

p  1    TTQW  blest  the  righteous  when  they  die, 
JLL  When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest! 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye  ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away : 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er : 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day: 
So  dies  a  wave  aloiui  the  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell! 

s  How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
p  Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

Barbauld. 

HYMN  451.    C.  M.    Lanesboro*.    [b] 

Happy  Death  of  a  Christian. 

p  1  ~|~\EAR  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear, 
-B-^   We  would  not  weep  for  thee; 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear, — 
It  is— that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 
The  tears  of  love  restrain  ; 

Oh  !  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour 
Could  wish  thee  here  again  ! 

3  Gently  the  passing  spirit  fled, 
Sustained  by  grace  divine  : 

Oh  may  such  grace  on  us  be  shed, 

And  make  our  end  like  thine.  Dale. 

HYMN  452.     8  &  7.     Greenville,     [b  or  *] 

Happiness  of  departed  Saints  the  Consolation  of  Survivors 

1  mHINK,  O  ye  who  fondly  languish 

J-    O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  : 

While  your  bosoms  swell  with  anguish, 

They  are  warbling  hvmns  above. 
22* 


756 HYMN  453,  454. Select. 

p  2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
u  Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 

Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 
s  3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 

They  shall  never — never  die  ! 
4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 

Sickness,  there,  no  more  can  come ; 
There,  no  fear  of  wo,  intruding, 

Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

Collyer  altered, 

HYMN  453.     7s.    Hotham.     [*] 
1   T   O  !  the  prisoner  is  released, 

-Ld  Lightened  of  his  fleshly  load  ; 

Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 

He  is  gathered  unto  God ! 

Lo  !  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 

All  his  warfare  now  is  o'er : 

Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast, 

Grief  and  suffering  are  no  more. 
g  2  Yes,  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 

Ended  is  the  glorious  strife  ; 
u  Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done, 

Death  is  swallowed  up  of  life ! 
s  Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 

Far  from  earth  the  spirit  flies, 

Finds  his  God,  and  sits  and  sings, 

Triumphing  in  Paradise. 
— 3  Let  the  world  bewail  their  dead, 

Fondly  of  their  loss  complain  ; 

Brother,  friend,  by  Jesus  freed, 

Death  to  thee,  to  us,  is  gain  : 
s  Thou  art  entered  into  joy  : 

Let  the  unbelievers  mourn  ; 

We  in  songs  our  lives  employ, 

Till  we  all  to  God  return.         Wesley's  Col. 

HYMN  454.     8s.     Goshen,      [b  or  *] 

Death  of  a  Sister. 

e  1  'r  |  iIS  finished  !  the  conflict  is  past, 
J-    The  heaven-born  spirit  is  fled  ; 
Her  wish  is  accomplished  at  last, 
And  now  she's  entombed  with  the  dead. 


Select.  HYMN  455,  7.V 


The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 
The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress; 
\\  e  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 

She  has  found  a  happy  release. 

— 2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 
Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 
Since  Christ  was  her  fife  when  below. 

s  Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 
To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 
And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

3  The  victory  nowr  is  obtained  ; 
She's  gone  her  Redeemer  to  see  ; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gained — 
She's  now  where  she  panted  to  be. 
Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain 
That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sight ; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 
With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 

Alexander's  Col. 

HYMN  455.     S.  M.    Bowen.     [b  or  *] 

Sleeping  in  Jesus. 

1     4   SLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
J-jL  From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ! 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 
p      2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh  !  how  sweet 

To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet : 
g  With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting ! 
p       3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest! 

Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear — no  wo,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 
—    4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 
5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "hiding  place  :" 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 


760 HYMN  456,  457. Select. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

HYMN  456.     S.  M.     Olmutz.    [*] 

On  the  Death  of  an  aged  Minister. 

p       1   CJERVANT  of  God,  well  done! 

^3  Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  ;  - 
s  The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 
2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 
He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
He  fell, — but  felt  no  fear, 
p       3  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

s       4  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Praise  be  thy  new  employ, 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy.      Montgomery. 

HYMN  457.     C.  M.     Funeral  Hymn,     [b] 

Funeral. 

p  1  "OENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
J3   Is  equal  warning  given  : 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven ! 

2  Their  names  are  graven  on  the  stone, 
Their  bones  are  in  the  clay  : 

And  ere  another  day  is  gone, 
Ourselves  may  be  as  they. 

3  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 
And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 

Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour  ! 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
Of  youth's  soft  cheSk  decay, 

And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

5  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb ; 


Select.  HYMN  458—460.  76 


Ami  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 

\nd  dreams  of  da\  s  to  come  ? 
6  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !   tin  danger  know: 

^  Where'er  thy  loot  can  tread. 
The  earth  rings  hollow   from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 
— 7  Turn,  Christian,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  forms  which  underneath  thee  lie, 

Shall  live,  for  hell  or  heaven !     PraWs  Col. 

HYMN  458.     L.  M.     Monmouth,      [b  or  *] 

The  Day  af  Judgment. 

g  1   fTlHE  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day, 
A    When    heaven    and    earth   shall   pass 

— What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ?  [away ! 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day — 
2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
And,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  ? 

a  3  Oh !  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, 

p  Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Scott 

HYMN  459.     S.  M.     Olmutz.     [*] 

Christ's  Second  Coming. 

o     1  TTE  comes!  the  Conqueror  comes  ! 
-H-JL  Death  falls  beneath  his  sword  ; 
The  joyful  prisoners  burst  the  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord, 
o     2  The  trumpet  sounds,  "  Awake  ! 
"  Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come  !" 
The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 

While  man  receives  his  doom. 
s     3  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 
Who  love  the  ways  of  peace  : 
No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close, 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 


HYMN  460.     S.  M.     Watchman,     [b  or  *] 
IOU  Judge  of  quick  and 
Before  whose  bar  severe. 


1  rriHOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 


762 HYMN  461,  462. Select. 

With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  appear  ; 

2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day ; 

And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

3  O  may  we  all  be  found 
Obedient  to  thy  word  ; 

Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 

4  O  may  we  all  ensure 
A  lot  among  the  blest ; 

And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest.  Wesley'' s  Col. 

HYMN  461.     8s.     Goshen.     [*] 

g  1    tJE  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  severe  ! 
JO_  The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near : 
His  lightnings  flash  ;  his  thunders  roll ; 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ! 

u  2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound ; 
See  the  Almighty  Jesus  crowned ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace  ; 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own . 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

s  4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  sky  ! 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  : 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns.        Wesley'' ]s  Col. 

HYMN  462.     8,  7  &  4.     Tamworth.     [*] 

g  1  T    O  !  he  comes  !  with  clouds  descending, 
J~^   Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ; 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  !— 
Jesus  comes, — he  comes  to  reign. 
2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 


Select. HYMN   m. tm 

Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeplj  wailing — 

shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  ilee  away; 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment!  come  away! 

4  Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 

Saviour !  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own ! 
s  Oh  come  quickly — 

Hallelujah  !  Come,  Lord,  come  !        Oliver. 

HYMN  463.     C.  M.     Lanesboro\     [b] 

Prospect  of  the  Resurrection  unto  Life. 

e  1   FT1HROUGH  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's 
JL    Amid  the  deepening  gloom,  [path, 

We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 
And  all  our  powers  decay, 

p  Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 
In  this  our  last  retreat, 

Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

— 4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 
The  vital  spark  shall  lie ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 
Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 

o  Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

p  6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
u       With  shouts  of  endless  praise.   H.  K.  White. 


764 HYMN  464,  465. Select. 

HYMN  464.     CM.    Archclale.     [*] 

The  Resurrection  of  the  Christian. 

s   1   1VTY  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
i-T-l.  And  trample  on  the  tombs : 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes ; 
Ere  long  I  know  he  shall  appear, 

In  power  and  glory  great ; 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet, 
e  2  Then  though  the  worms  my  flesh  devour, 
And  make  my  form  their  prey, 
I  know  I  shall  arise  with  power, 

On  the  last  judgment  day  : 
When  God  shall  stand  upon  the  earth, 

Him  there  mine  eyes  shall  see ; 
My  flesh  shall  feel  a  second  birth, 
And  ever  with  him  be. 
p  3  Then  his  own  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
Shall  cease  eternally, 
o  How  long,  dear  Saviour !  O,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay ! 
s  O,  hasten  thy  appearance,  Lord, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day.  Watts 

HYMN  465.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*  or  b] 
e  1    TESUS,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee, 

J    We  seek  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
— Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  thee 

Shall  evermore  abide, 
u  2  Then  let  the  thundering  trumpet  sound, 

The  latest  lightning  glare  ; 
e  The  mountains  melt ;  the  solid  ground 
e       Dissolve  as  liquid  air  ; 
o  3  The  huge  celestial  bodies  roll, 

Amidst  that  general  fire, 
And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 

And  all  in  smoke  expire ! 
— 4  Yet  still  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

When  nature  is  destroyed, 
And  no  created  thing  remains 

Throughout  the  flaming  void. 


Select. HYMN  4C6. 765 

g  5  Sublime  upon  his  azure  throne, 
Bespeaks, — the  Ahnidin  Word: 
J  [is  Gat  is  obeyed  !  'tis  done  ; 

And  paradise  restored. 
(}  So  he  it  !  let  this  system  end, 
This  ruined  earth  and  skies; 
5    The  New  Jerusalem  descend, 

The  New  Creation  rise. 
7    Thy  |  ower  omnipotent  assume; 

Thy  brightest  majesty  ! 
And  when  thou  dost  in  glory  come, 

My  Lord,  remember  me. Wesley's  Col 

HYMN  4G6.     7  &  6.     Amsterdam,     [*] 
a  i    CJTAND  th'  omnipotent  decree  ; 

^3  Jehovah's  will  be  done  ! 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see, 

And  hear  her  final  groan : 
Let  this  earth  dissolve,  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  just : 
Let  those  ponderous  orbs  descend, 

And  grind  us  into  dust. 
— 2  Rests  secure  the  righteous  man, 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge,  and  rise  again, 
s       And  mount  above  the  wTreck  : 
Lo !  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  funeral  pyre ; 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  claps  his  wings  of  fire  ! 
o  3  Nothing  hath  the  just  to  lose, 

By  worlds  on  worlds  destroyed  ; 
Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views, 

With  smiles,  the  flaming  void  ; 
Sees  this  universe  renewed  ; 

The  grand  millennial  reign  begun, 
Shouts  with  all  the  sons  of  God, 

Around  th'  eternal  throne  ! 
4  Resting  in  this  glorious  hope, 

To  be  at  last  restored, 
Field  we  now  our  bodies  up, 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword  : 
Listening  for  the  call  divine, 

The  last  trumpet  of  the  seven: 
Soon  our  souls  and  dust  shall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven.  C  Wesley. 

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766 HYMN  467—469. Select. 

HYMN  467.     P.  M.    Luther's  Hymn.     [*] 

GREAT  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ! 
The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day, 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him.  Luther. 

HYMN  468.     7s.     Lincoln.     [*] 

1  TEI  ARK  !  that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 
_OL  Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  \ 

Jesus  comes  ! — and  through  the  sky, 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2  Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 
Sounds  abroad,  through  sea  and  land  : 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice  ! 

Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3  See  !  the  Lord  appears  in  view : 
Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly ! 
Rise,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  you — 
Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go,  and  dwell  with  him  above, 
Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest : 
Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love  ! 

Ever  blessing,  ever  blest.  Kelly. 

HYMN  469.     C.  M.     Marlow.     [*] 

Praise  to  God. 

1  T   IFT  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

I  A  Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired  : 
Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthems  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired  ! 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 

Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought ! 

3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
From  whom  salvation  flows, 

Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
For  hope's  transporting  ray, 

Which  lights  through  darkest  shades  of  death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day.  Reed's  Col. 


Select.  HYMN  470—472.  767 


ll\  \J.\  170.     7s.     Sudbury.    [*] 

(Horn  to  dud  in  tl><  Highest. 

1  CJONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
►3   Heaven  with  hallelujahs  nm-. 

When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  w  as  done. 

2  Soims  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born; 
SongS  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  capth  in  . 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day: 
God  will  make4  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  morning  come  ? 
No  !  the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

PratCs  Col. 

HYMN  471.     8s.     Drummond.     [*] 

Our  God  for  ever  and  crcr. 

1  rilHIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

A    Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 
Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


HYMN  472.     C.  M.     Amherst.     [*] 
1   (~\  FOR  a  thousand  seraph  tongues 

V-/  To  bless  th'  incarnate  Word  ! 
O  for  a  thousand  thankful  songs 

In  honor  of  my  Lord  ! 


768 HYMN  473,  474. Select. 

2  Come,  tune  afresh  your  golden  lyres, 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ye  saints,  in  all  your  sacred  choirs, 
•    Adore  the  eternal  Son. 

HYMN  473.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*] 

1  "X^ES— I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God ! 

A     Through  all  my  mortal  days, 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 
The  honors  of  m}r  God  ! 

My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

3  Not  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 
Though  death  will  close  my  eyes  : 

My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

4  There  shall  my  lips  in  endless  praise 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay  : 

The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
And  an  eternal  day.  Heginbotham, 

HYMN  474.       7s  &  6s.        Amsterdam.     [*] 

Universal  Praise. 

1  TJ RAISE  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 
jl      And  keeps  his  courts  below  : 

Praise  him  for  his  boundless  love, 
And  all  his  greatness  show. 

2  Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds, 
Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power : 

Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 
Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

3  Publish,  spread  to  all  around, 
The  great  I m man u el's  name  ; 

Let  the  gospel- trumpet  sound, 
Him,  Prince  of  Peace  proclaim. 

4  Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string  : 
All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 

All  the  power  of  music  bring, 
The  music  of  the  heart. 

5  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 
Let  every  creature  sing  ; 

Glory  to  our  Saviour  give, 
And  homage  to  our  King. 


Select     OCCASIONAL    PIECES.  769 

6  I lallow ed  be  his  name  beneath, 

As  in  heai  en  on  earth  adored  ; 
Praise  the  I iord  in  ei n-\  breath. 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord.  Pnnt's  Col, 


OCCASIONAL    PIECES, 
i. 

1  ON  Judah's  plain,  the  minstrel  lyre 

Is  hushed,  lor  mirth  has  winged  her  flight; 

In  Zion's  courts  the  holy  fire 

Is  quenched,  and  sorrow  veils  the  night; — 

No  lamp  illumes  yon  vaulted  way, 

Save  one  pale  orb  that  burns  alone. 

2  'Tis  Bethlehem's  star ;  the  holy  gem 
That  hailed  the  Godhead  from  the  skies ; 
'Tis  Bethlehem's  star  !  the  diadem 
That  tells  the  conqueror  shall  rise : 

He  rises — and  the  golden  choir 
Of  angel  minstrels  wakes  the  song. 

Gould? s  Church  Harmony. 

II. 

Select  Hymn,  p.  657. 

HARK!  what  mean  those  holy  voices,  &c. 

Ancient  Lyre. 

III. 

WITH  darkness  whelmed,  in  error  lost, 
On  sin's  tempestuous  ocean  tossed, 
While  hope  withdrew  her  cheering  ray, 
Despairing  nature  sunk  away  : — 
When  lo !  to  raise  a  drooping  earth, 
Behold,  behold,  a  wondrous  birth  : 
To  calm  the  mind  and  dry  your  tears 
The  holy  babe  of  life  appears. 
The  voice  of  joy  let  nature  raise, 
And  pour  the  grateful  sons  of  praise, — 
Hail  with  a  loud  acclaim  the  morn, 
The  Saviour  of  the  earth  is  born. 

GouldPs  Ch.  Harm. 

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770  OCCASIONAL   PIECES.      Select, 

IV. 

SHOUT  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  king. 
Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest  how  lowly  his  birth ; 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  earth. 

Ancient  Lyre, 


1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion.  awake  from  thy  sadness  ! 
Awake !   for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness, 
Arise  !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  subdued  them. 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 

They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pursued 

them, 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee, 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be  : 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee ; 
The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 

Handel  and  Haydn  and  Anc.  Lyre. 


VI. 

Select  Hymn,  p.  729. 

HARK,  the  song  of  jubilee,  &c.      Anc.  Lyre. 


VII. 

O  THOU,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides, 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides ; 
On  darkling  man  in  full  effulgence  shine, 
And  cheer  his  clouded  mind  with  light  divine. 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast, 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest  : 
From  thee,  Great  God,  we  spring,  to  thee  we  bend ; 
Path,  Motive,  Guide,  Original,  and  End. 

Gould's  Ch.  Harm. 


Select.     OCCASIONAL   PIECES. rn 

\  in. 

II  ML,  hail,  swrrt  cherub,  charity, 
1  [ail,  hail,  sw  eel  cherub,  chnritj . 

Thou  first  of  virtues,  hail  : 
*Tis  thou  canst  blend  in  misery's  cup, 
The  soft,  the  balmy  cordial,  hope, 

When  other  comforts  fail. 
Great  God  of  love  and  light  and  da)*, 
We  humbly  here  our  offerings  lay, 

Before  the  footstool  of  thy  throne: 
All  that  we  have,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  should  we  all  to  thee  resign, 

We  only  render  hack  thine  own. 
To  soothe  and  mitigate  distress, 

O  make  us  ever  free  ; 
And  may  our  hearts  in  lowliness, 

The  glory  give  to  thee.  Ibid. 

IX. 

1  TIME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 

Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 
A  journey  to  the  tomb. 

2  Youth  and  vigpr  soon  will  flee, 
Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 

All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

3  But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 
Health  and  beauty  soon,  above, 

Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 
Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

Anc.  Lyre, 
x. 

1  THE  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

2  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching  through  Emmanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.  Anc,  Lyre, 


772  OCCASIONAL   PIECES.      Select. 

XI. 

THE  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple  ;  let  the  earth 
keep  silence  before  him. 

Handel  and  Haydn  Col. 

XII. 

SALVATION  belongeth  unto  the  Lord,  and 
thy  blessing  is  among  thy  people.  Ibid. 

xin. 

I  WAS  glad  when  they  said  unto  me,  We  will 

go  into  the  house  of  the  Lord.     Peace  be  within 

thy  walls,  and  plenteousness  within  thy  palaces. 

Amen.  Ibid. 

XIV. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  glorify  him  for  ever. 
Sons  of  Zion,  come  before  him  ;  bring  the  cymbal, 
bring  the  harp.  High  in  glory,  lo !  he's  seated ;  see 
the  King,  he  sits  in  state.  Sons  of  Zion,  come  be- 
fore him  ;  sound  the  lute  and  strike  the  harp.  Ibid. 

XV. 

HOLY,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth ; 
heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  majesty  of  thy 
glory.  Glory  be  to  thee,  O  Lord  Most  High.  Ibid. 

XVI. 

ONE  thing  have  I  desired  of  the  Lord,  which  I 
will  require ;  that  I  may  dwell  in  the  house  of 
the  Lord  all  the  days  of  my  life,  to  behold  the  fair 
beauty  of  the  Lord,  and  to  visit  his  temple.  Ibid. 

XVII. 

O  SING  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song;  let  the 
congregation  of  the  saints  praise  him.  Ibid. 

XVIII. 

O  GIVE  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  for  his  mercy 
endareth  for  ever.  Ibid. 


Select.      OCCASIONAL   P1ECLS.  773 

xix. 

LORD  of  all  power  and  might,  thou  art  the  gii 
erofall  good  things.  Graft  in  our  hearts  the  love 
of  thy  name.    Increase  in  us  true  religion.  Lord 
of  all  power  and  might,  nourish  us  in  all  goodness, 

and  of  thy   great  mercy  keep  us  in  the  same, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.  Amen.         Ibid. 

XX. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord,  and  greatly  to  be  praised, 
in  the  city  of  our  God,  in  the  mountain  of  his 
holiness.  Ibid. 

XXI. 

O  GIVE  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  call  upon  his 
name,  make  known  his  deeds  among  the  people — 
Glory  ye  in  his  holy  name.  O  give  thanks  unto 
the  Lord,  for  his  mercy  endure th.  Ch.  Har. 

xxn. 

OUR  help  is  in  the  name  of  the  Lord,  who 
made  heaven  and  earth.  Blessed  be  the  name  of 
the  Lord  from  this  time  forth,  for  evermore  ;  and 
let  all  the  people  say,  Amen.  Ibid. 

XXIII. 

BEHOLD,  God  is  my  salvation  ;  I  will  trust  in 
him  :  for  the  Lord  Jehovah  is  my  strength  and  my 
song ;  he  also  is  my  salvation.  Praise  the  Lord  and 
call  upon  his  name  :  for  the  Lord  Jehovah  is  my 
strength  and  my  song  ;  he  also  is  my  salvation. 
Praise  the  Lord,  and  call  upon  his  name  ;  sing  un- 
to the  Lord  ;  for  he  hath  done  excellent  things : 
this  is  known  in  all  the  earth.  Cry  out  and  shout, 
thou  inhabitant  of  Zion  ;  for  great  is  the  Holy  One 
of  Israel  in  the  midst  of  thee.  Behold,  God  is  my 
salvation  ;  I  will  trust  in  him  :  for  the  Lord  Jeho- 
vah is  my  strength  and  song ;  he  also  is  my 
salvation.  Ibid. 

XXIV. 

THE  Lord  is  King,  and  hath  put  on  glorious 
apparel.  The  Lord  hath  put  on  glorious  apparel, 
and  girded  himself  with  strength.    He  hath  made 


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the  round  world  so  sure  that  it  cannot  be  moved. 
Thy  testimonies,  O  Lord,  are  sure,  very  sure  ; 
holiness  become th  thine  house  for  ever  and  ever. 
Amen.  Ibid* 

XXV. 

WITH  angels  and  archangels,  and  with  all  the 
company  of  heaven,  we  laud  and  magnify  thy 
glorious  name,  evermore  praising  thee,  and  say- 
ing, Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  hosts  ;  heav- 
en and  earth  are  full  of  thy  glory.  Glory  be  to  thee, 
O  Lord,  Most  High.  Amen.  Ibid. 

XXVI. 

WE  praise  thee,  O  God,  we  acknowledge  thee 
to  be  the  Lord.  All  the  earth  doth  worship  thee, 
the  Father  everlasting.  To  thee  all  angels  cry 
aloud,  the  heavens  and  all  the  powers  therein.  To 
thee  cherubim  and  seraphim  continually  do  cry, 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth  ;  heaven 
and  earth  are  full  of  thy  great  glory. 

Handel  and  Haydn  Col. 

xxvn. 

THE  Lord  will  comfort  Zion  ;  he  will  comfort 
her  waste  places,  and  make  her  like  Eden,  the 
garden  of  the  Lord.  Joy  and  gladness  shall  be 
found  therein,  thanksgiving  and  the  voice  of 
melody.  Ibid. 

XXVIII. 

HOW  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the 
feet  of  him  that  bringeth  good  tidings,  that  pub- 
lisheth  peace  ;  that  bringeth  good  tidings  of  good, 
that  publisheth  salvation ;  that  saith  unto  Zion, 
Thy  God  reigneth  !  Thy  watchmen  shall  lift  up 
the  voice  :  with  the  voice  together  shall  they  sing; 
for  they  shall  see  eye  to  eye,  when  the  Lord  shall 
bring  again  Zion.  Break  forth  into  joy,  sing  to- 
gether, ye  waste  places  of  Jerusalem ;  for  the 
Lord  hath  comforted  his  people,  he  hath  redeem- 
ed Jerusalem.  The  Lord  hath  made  bare  his  holy 
arm.  in  the  eyes  of  all  nations.  And  all  the  ends 
of  the  earth  shall  see  the  salvation  of  our  Lord. 

Choir. 


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x  \  i  x. 

I  HEARD  a  voice  from  heaven  saying  unto 
me,  Write,  Blessed  are  the  <lr;i<l  w  hich  die  in  the 
Lord  from  henceforth^  ^ rea,  saith  the  Spirit, 
that  they  may  rest  from  their  labors,  and  their 
works  do  follow  them.  Ch.  Harm. 

XXX. 

THE  grace  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  the  love 
of  God,  and  the  fellowship  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  be 
with  us  all  for  evermore.  Handel  and  Haydn  CoL 


ASCRIPTIONS. 

7s. 

GLORY  to  the  Father's  name ; 
Jesus'  excellence  proclaim ; 
Sing  the  blessed  Spirit's  praise ; 
Angels,  swell  the  notes  we  raise  ! 

7s. 
SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

7s. 

FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 
Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done : 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

8,  7,  &L  4. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father, 
Glory  to  th'  eternal  Son  ; 

Sound  aloud  the  Spirit's  praises  ; 
Join  the  elders  round  the  throne  ; 

Hallelujah, 
Hail  the  glorious  Three  in  One. 


776 ASCRIPTIONS.  Select. 

C.  P.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  blessed  the  earth, 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

8&7. 

GLORY,  honour,  praise  and  power 

To  the  Lamb  be  ever  paid  : 
Let  new  blessings  every  hour 

Rest  on  his  adored  head. 

5  &  6. 

BY  angels  in  heaven 

Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressed 
To  God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  blessed  : 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 

And  always  shall  be. 

L.  M. 

PRAISE  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

8&7. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  in  the  Lord ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


